The Passage - George Kollias

This was The Passage of life,

surrounded by roses and thorns;

this was The Passage to Light

with crosses as symbols of craftiness

Mourning chants of ghouls, straight from the dark side

I hear the Voice of darkness calling my name

Whispering in the ears of the Dead, to break the spell of tomb

I Rise within the living and sing my saviour’s pray

This was The Passage of life,

surrounded by roses and thorns;

this was The Passage to Light

with crosses as symbols of life

solo: Yiannis Papadopoulos

Daylight bows to darkness beyond the depths of sky,

The Passage failed to show me the way to Divine

Sour taste sheets of blasphemy covering my soul,

I’m standing here all wondering ‘what takes to be reborn'