Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Ghost Reveries

Into the trees 
Past meadow grounds 
And further away from my home 
Baying behind me 
I hear the hounds 
Flock's chasing to find me alone 


A trail of sickness 
Leading to me 
If I am haunted 
Then you will see 


Searching the darkness 
And emptiness 
I'm hiding away from the sun 
Will never rest 
Will never be at ease 
All my matter's expired so I run 


There falls another 
Vapor hands released the blade 
Insane regrets at the drop 
Instruments of death before me 


Lose all to save a little 
At your peril it's justifed 
And dismiss your demons 
As death becomes a jest 
You are the laughing stock 
Of the absinthe minded 
Confession stuck in your mouth 
And long gone fevers reappear 


Nocturnally helpess 
And weak in the light 
Depending on your prayer 
Pacing deserted roads to find 
A seed of hope 


They are the trees 
Rotten pulp inside and never well 
Roots sucking, thieving from my source 
Tired boughs reaching for the light 


It is all false pretensions 
Harlequin forest 
Awaiting redemptions for a lifetime 
As they die alone 
With no one by their side 
Are they forgiven? 


Stark determination 
Poisoning the soul 
Unfettered beast inside 
Claiming sovereign control 


And now the woods are burning 
Tearing life crops asunder 
Useless blackened remains 
Still pyre smoldering