Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Ghost Reveries

Ghost of Mother 
Lingering death 
Ghost on Mother's Bed 
Black strands on the pillow 
Contour of her health 
Twisted face upon the head 


Ghost of perdition 
Stuck in her chest 
A warning no one read 
Tragic friendship 
Called inside the fog 
Pouring venom brew deceiving 


Devil cracked the earthly shell 
Foretold she was the one 
Blew hope into the room and said: 
"You have to live before you die young" 


Holding her down 
Channeling darkness 
Hemlock for the gods 
Fading resistance 
Draining the weakness 
Penetrating inner light 


Road into the dark unaware 
Winding ever higher 


Darkness by her side 
Spoke and passed her by 
Dedicated hunter 
Waits to pull us under 
Rose up to it's call 
In his arms she'd fall 
Mother light received 
And a faithful servent's free 


In time the hissing of her sanity 
Faded out her voice and soiled her name 
And like marked pages in a diary 
Everything seemed clean and is unstained 
The incoherent talk of ordinary days 
Why would we really need to live? 
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze 
What you should take and what to give 


Ghost of Perdition 
A saint's premonitions unclear 
Keeper of holy hordes 
Keeper of holy whores 


To see a beloved son 
In despair of what's to come


If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten morals
Where the victim is the prey