Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Still Life

The sigh of summer upon my return 
Fifteen alike since I was here 
Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail 
Snuffing the first morning rays 


Weary from what might have been ages 
Still calm with my mind at peace 
Would I prosper or fall, Drain the past 
The lapse of the moment took it's turn 


I was foul and tainted, Devoid of faith 
Wearing my death-mask at birth 
The hands of God, Decrepit and thin 
Cold caress and then nothing 
I was taken away from my plight 
A treason bestowed to the crowd 
Branded a jonah with fevered blood 
Ungodly freak, Defiler 


Pale touch, Writhing in the embers 
Damp mud burning in my eyes 
All the faces turned away 
And all would sneer at my demise 


Outcast with dogmas forged below 
Seared and beaten, Banished from where I was born 
No mercy would help me on my way 
In the pouring rain nothing is the same 


Vows in ashes 
I pledge myself to no-one 
Seethed and spiteful 
All shudder at the call of my name 
If you'll bear with me 
You'll fear of me 


There is no forgiveness in these eyes 
For any of you but one 
Dispel the mist for now 
Melinda is the reason why I've come 


She is waterdrops over the pyre 
A thistle in my hands 
Stained and torn, Aged and brown 
Virtous shell with kindred innocense 


I awoke from the miasma 
Passing swiftly through the moor 
This is here, Waters stir 
And in the distance all that was lost 
If you'll bear with me 
You'll fear of me 
You'd never leave me to 
A fate with you