King Goat Debt Of Aeons
Shredded fabric catches on the
Atrophied remains of a willow, long dead
Past and future reflect each other
As the seasons roll by
And nothing is worth waiting for
Still, surprised by decline
No design that I can find
Can explain all the cruelty and death that lingers on
Nor put paid to the pain and regret of living long
On and on
Castigate and break the foolish Mother
Who allowed her children's Nature to stray
They will punish her and turn in on each other
Until the debt is paid
The Deathly Haze swallows all
The Deathly Haze
Solemnly he stares, the watchful Father
Keeping Time, with nothing to say
For he knows that, no matter the path, nothing alters
Until we learn, the Mother's pride, the Father's eyes, were all that we had
Long gone
It grips, in pain, around you
In silence and with no sympathy
Swallows you whole
And now, with no escape
Reacting to change all too late
The Door is thrown open wide
And rushing in, from beyond
Judgment casts shade
Sweeping through the Haze at the End of Days
In darkness, triumphant
The Harbinger of Souls claims what he is owed
Expressionless and somber
The Debt of Aeons is paid as even gods were not saved
From nothingness
The ending of all things, where nothing new begins
The Deathly Haze
