Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Heritage

This trail of obsidian, the grip of Winter uncoiled
 A lover would follow me
 Cast down and sworn to the dark


 Take the road where devils speak
 "God is dead"


 The wealth of darkness
 Inside you, telling you "now"
 Your senses corrupted
 Controlling a poisonous will


 Take the road where devils speak
 "God is dead"


 In the corner of my eye
 You are tearing flesh from bone


 Led the blind in search to find
 A pathway to the sun
 Saw the signs interwine
 And forgave me all my sins


 No stigmas revealing our vices
 And there are no stigmas revealing our vices


 God is dead