§3

Opeth

All was still
(When) I broke the seal
In dwindling winter morning shades
I knew a ransom must be paid out

Apostasy, a curse on me?
The weaker vessel secure under (the) grace of God
Matrimonial locks, skeleton key

She (would) pursue my gaze on her
A dance within a masquerade
The servants ransom culled and laid out

From hereditary cornucopia

This dire desire for wealth
The lure of a prosperous well

(I would vow)
The disfigured child won t die young
The hearts of us all she has won
But you must leave here

Silent curtsy, tearful bliss
God bless you
Carnal shame, a secret treaty
The lovers bond