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Opeth
Haunted nights for haleyon days CanŽt sleep to the scraping of his voice NatureŽs way struck grief in me And I became a ghost in sickness Willingly guided into heresy Beneath the surface, stark emptiness And youŽd pity my conviction Whereas I thought of myself as a leader YouŽd cling to your pleasant hope It is twisted fascination While IŽd ruin the obstacles into despair And IŽm praising death Lost love of the heart In a holocaust scene memory Decrepit body wearing transparent skin Inside, the smoke of failure Wept for solace and submit to faith In his shadow IŽm choking Yet flourishing Master A delusion made me stronger Yet IŽm draped in pale withering flesh I sacrificed more than I had And left my woes beneath the mire
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