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Opeth >> Merchandise Links
Opeth
Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Motherīs bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition Stuck in her chest A warning no one read Tragic friendship Called inside the fog Pouring venom brew deceiving Devil cracked the earthly shell Foretold she was the one Blew hope into the room and said: "You have to live before you die young" Holding her down Channeling darkness Hemlock for the Gods Fading resistance Draining the weakness Penetrating inner light Road into the dark unaware Winding ever higher Darkness by her side Spoke and passed her by Dedicated hunter Waits to pull us under Rose up to itīs call In his arms sheīd fall Mother light received And a faithful servantīs free In time the hissing of her sanity Faded out her voice and soiled her name And like marked pages in a diary Everything seemed clean that is unstained The incoherent talk of ordinary days Why would we really need to live? Decide what is clear and whatīs within a haze What you should take and what to give Ghost of perdition A saintīs premonitionīs unclear Keeper of holy hoards Keeper of holy whores To see a beloved son In despair of whatīs to come If one cut the source of the flow And everything would change Would conviction fall In the shadow of the righteous The phantasm of your mind Might be calling you to go Defying the forgotten morals Where the victim is the prey
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