Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Heritage

We are dying in the wake of gods 
And decrees remain arcane
 And everything around us is a consequence of pain


 The writings on the wall depict a truth that no one reads
 A government of puppets blinded by another creed


 Burning voice of insanity
 Nothing is the same
 Barren lands for the idle man
 Find all the lines in your hand


 Blinding storms are surrounding us
 Take control
 In our cups, poisoned wine
 Find all the lines in your hands