The Goat’s Sigil

[Вступление] The iron gates groan in the velvet of night, An ancient hunger bathed in pale moonlight. Forbidden shadows crawl upon the wall, To claim a soul before the shadows fall. [Куплет 1] He sought the fountain where the stars decay, To cast the mortal weight of time away. Within the vault, beneath the fractured stone, He found the tome, forsaken and alone. Bound in the hide of creatures long deceased, The seal was glowing, waiting for the beast. The Goat’s Sigil stared with a hollow gaze, Igniting whispers in a freezing haze. [Припев] Oh, seal of blood, written in the black of hell, He sold his pulse to break the mortal spell. The Goat’s Sigil glows with a lethal, emerald light, Dragging his spirit to the womb of endless night. No morning sun shall kiss his phantom skin, The price is paid for every hidden sin. Forever tethered to the shifting dark, Bearing the brand - the everlasting mark. [Куплет 2] The ink began to pulse like frantic veins, A script of sorrow and tectonic pains. He read the runes, a melody of grief, And found his salvation offered no relief. His flesh turned brittle as the withered leaf, A lonely master turned the wretched thief. His heartbeat slowed until the rhythm died, With nowhere left for hollow men to hide. [Припев] Oh, seal of blood, written in the black of hell, He sold his pulse to break the mortal spell. The Goat’s Sigil glows with a lethal, emerald light, Dragging his spirit to the womb of endless night. No morning sun shall kiss his phantom skin, The price is paid for every hidden sin. Forever tethered to the shifting dark, Bearing the brand - the everlasting mark. [Куплет 3] Now trapped within the castle’s jagged stone, He stalks the halls to occupy the throne. A ghastly shimmer in the cold mirror’s eye, Beneath the storm-torn, starless velvet sky. He whispers incantations to the floor, A servant bound to shut the eternal door. His golden dream has rotted into gray, A ghost of malice that will never fade away. [Припев] Oh, seal of blood, written in the black of hell, He sold his pulse to break the mortal spell. The Goat’s Sigil glows with a lethal, emerald light, Dragging his spirit to the womb of endless night. No morning sun shall kiss his phantom skin, The price is paid for every hidden sin. Forever tethered to the shifting dark, Bearing the brand - the everlasting mark. [Переход] Eternal youth, a curse disguised as grace, Cold static beauty on a faceless face! The parchment screams beneath his withered hand, To serve the Sigil in the shadow-land!.. [Заключительный припев] Oh, seal of blood, written in the black of hell, He sold his pulse to break the mortal spell! The Goat’s Sigil glows with a lethal, emerald light, Dragging his spirit to the womb of endless night! No morning sun shall kiss his phantom skin, The price is paid for every hidden sin! Forever tethered to the shifting dark, Bearing the brand - the everlasting mark! Oh, seal of blood, written in the black of hell, He sold his pulse to break the mortal spell! The Goat’s Sigil glows with a lethal, emerald light, Dragging his spirit to the womb of endless night! No morning sun shall kiss his phantom skin, The price is paid for every hidden sin! Forever tethered to the shifting dark, Bearing the brand - the everlasting mark!.. [Завершение] The candle flickers out in choking gloom, His laughter echoes in a silent tomb!.. The Goat remains the master of his breath, Condemned to life, yet deeper far than death...