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OPETH lyrics : "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

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