Beneath the Mire - Opeth

Haunted nights for halcyon 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