§4

Opeth

And now in tranquil fortitude
The shifting sands of time

I was sick (sick) with fever (with fever)
Hand (collapsing) on the hymns (expiring)
Ashen eyes in delirium (no)
Soliloquay in suspirium
No! No! No!

A lock on the sanctum
One of the cursed, forever in debt
Daughter, my unfortunate son
I bequeath you verity

Twins, usurping strands of flesh
You are not mine
Poison loins of mother
Cursed my vigorous seed

Longing for a child
And my love for her
Birthed a controversial plan

Her eye on him
One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave
The bane of my existence
Sordid flesh communion
Gold in mouth, he impregnates

Swallowed my shame
Like a man of affairs
Lineage and name
Still fast in my prayers