| Opeth - Beneath The Mire
Beneath The Mire
Haunted nights for haleyon days
Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice
Nature's way struck grief in me
And i became a ghost in sickness
Willingly guided into heresy
Beneath the surface, stark emptiness
And you'd pity my conviction
Whereas i thought of myself as a leader
You'd cling to your pleasant hope
It is twisted fascination
While i'd ruin the obstacles into despair
And i'm 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 i'm choking
Yet flourishing
Master
A delusion made me stronger
Yet i'm draped in pale withering flesh
I sacrificed more than i had
And left my woes beneath the mire
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