Текст (слова) песни: Opeth - Advent

It was all true
A parlour strode, and the night sets forever
I stray in the quiet cold
And you gird me when I dare to listen

Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow
Lips try to form "because"
Trying to adapt to the wilderness
Where even foes close their eyes and leave

We are inside the glade
Every now and then I wipe the dust aside
To remember...

How I drape my face with my bare hands
The same that brought me here
But you were beyond all help
The folded message that wept my name

Shadows skulk at my coming
We survey the slopes
In search for the words to write the missing page
The tainted dogma

Time grows short
As the piper plays his tune
We are almost there

You are beyond all help
Dancing into the void
We are almost there
Другие песни Opeth:

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