Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Still Life

By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair 
The face of Melinda neath blackened hair 
No joy would flicker in her eyes 
Brooding sadness came to a rise 


Words would falter to atone 
Failure had passed the stepping stone 
She had sworn her vows to another 
This is when no-one will bother 


And conceded pain in crumbling mirth 
A harlot of God upon the earth 
Found where she sacrificed her ways 
That hollow love in her face 


Still I plotted to have her back 
The contentment that would fill the crack 
My soul released a fluttering sigh 
This day fell, The darkness nigh 


I took her by the hand to say 
All faith forever has been washed away 
I returned for you in great dismay 
Come with me, Far away to stay 


Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime 
She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme 
But baffled herself with the final line 
My promise is made but my heart is thine