Heir Apparent - Opeth

Cold days

Old ways

Told lies

No more

So many years to clean the slate

Endless despair within its wake

His touch soiling what used to be clean

His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams

Cold days

Cold days

And again he rides in

It’s September and he covets the gullible

Skeletal wish

Hunter

A thousand lies cast from the throne of secrecy

Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserables lies

See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair

The insect trust

Believer

our body a vehicle to him just the same

Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind

Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn

Invisible king

Dying

Procession of woe struck down by sorrow

A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs

The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece

Death in his eyes

Waiting

Spiralling judgement provoked in the rains

Futile test drowned in the levee of deception

His futile test drowned in the levee of deception

In the year of his sovereign

Rid us of your judgement

Heir apparent