Текст (слова) песни: Opeth - Dirge For November

 
Lost, here is nowhere 
Searching home still 
Turning past me, all are gone 
Time is now 
The omen showed, took me away 
Preparations are done, this can`t last 
The mere reflection brought disgust 
No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit 
It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool 
Grant me sleep, take me under 
Like the wings of a dove, folding around 
I fade into this tender care
 

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A Fair Judgement
Advent
April Ethereal
Atonement
Beneath The Mire
Benighted
Birge For November
Black Rose Immortal
Blackwater Park
Bleak
By The Pain I See In Others
Closure
Credence
Death Whispered a Lullaby
Deliverance
Demon Of The Fall
Dirge For November
Epilogue
Face Of Melinda
Forest Of October
Ghost Of Perdition
Godheads Lament
Harvest
Hope Leaves
Hours Of Wealth
In Mist She Was Standing
In My Time of Need
Isolation Years
Karma
Madrigal
Moonlapse Vertigo
Nectar
Night and the Silent Water
Prologue
Reverie / Harlequin Forest
Serenity Painted Death
The Amen Corner
The Apostle In Triumph
The Baying Of The Hounds
The Drapery Falls
The Funeral Portrait
The Leper Affinity
The Moor
The Night And The Silent Water
The Twilight Is My Robe
To Bid You Farewell
To Rid the Disease
Under The Weeping Moon
Weakness
When
White Cluster
Window Pane
Windowpane
Wreath