Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Still Life

Kept warm by the light of the lantern 
Lost sight of everything tonight 
My presence blackens their pattern 
A pock in the healthy and calm 


Their scorn behind your back 
My promise would put them down 
No trace of reverance left 
Immemorial fire in their eyes 


I would persih at the given signal 
At the slightest touch from my soul 
Tainted prophet in flesh 
For all the plagued and lost 


Dripping sin 
Decision in stalemate 
Dare to feel death at hand 
Surprised me with its voice 
Through the forest came the morn 


Across the leafy pathway 
Their deeds smeared in blood 
For all to behold 
The council of the cross 
Must have sensed my coming 
The pest through the air 
With despise for squalor 
Lashing out at the poor 


I turned away my eyes 
In pallor escape from the end 
Fading time to leave from here 
And less to fulfill my task 
She would be safe and firm 
Nothing of this is in vain 
Taken away from stifling grace 
And saved from the past