Heart Of Cygnus Over Mountain
Heading up the mountain in the drizzling black
Weary from the distance but there's no turning back
They need a place to rest
Hiding in a musty cave from the raging tempest...
They wait for the sleep to fill their eyes...
The 'ritual death' will seal their fate
Sleep tight...
Sleep tight... dream while you have the chance
No sense in anxiety 'til the moment is at hand
Some walls have eyes, all the better to see you with
Some walls have hands, all the better to grab you with
We've caught you off guard, too tired to know and too
tired to care
Welcome to our house... welcome to our lair...
