Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Ghost Reveries

I hear the baying of the hounds 
In the distance, I hear them devouring 
Pest-ridden jackals of the earth 
Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests 
In wait and constant protectors 
Calling you to sit by his side 
Your self-loathing image in his flesh 
A revelation upon which you linger 


His words are flies 
Swarming towards the true insects 
Feastin on buried dreams 
And spreading decay upon your skin 
His eyes spew forth a darkness 
That cut through and paralyze 
Casts light upon your secrets 
Forced to confront your enemies 


His mouth is a vortex 
Sucking you into its pandemonium 
Fools you with a helping hand of ashes 
Reached out in the false dismay 
His body is a country 
The cities lay dead and beyond despair 
Friends turned enemies unable to come clean 
In a rising fog of reeking death 


Everything you believed is a lie 
Everyone you loved is a death-burden 
So you take comfort in him 
And you are receptive to stark wishes 
No longer struggling to declare your stand 
You would inflict no harm to others 
They are unaware and in a loop of futile events 
You are everything, they are nothing 


Drown in the deep mire 
With past desires 
Beneath the mire 
Drown desire now with you 


Lined up verses on dead skin 
"The tainting lips of a stranger 
Resting upon hers" 


And I embrace bereavement 
Everything beloved shattered anyway 
I would devote myself to anyone 
I would accept any flaws 


I am too weak to resist 
Tension vibrating with horror 
Finding the outcast in my eyes 
Pushing nerves on a puppet 
Endless poison in my veins 
Clean intent now tainted with death 


And so, cold touch now inhumane 
Every waking hour 
Awaiting a reverie to unfold 
And now they are calling me 
Louder by the minute 
The baying of the hounds 
Calling me back to my home