Текст песни Opeth - Advent
Opeth - Advent слова песни
It was all trueA parlour strode, and the night sets foreverI stray in the quiet coldAnd you gird me when I dare to listenElastic meadow, endless arms of sorrowLips try to form "because"Trying to adapt to the wildernessWhere even foes close their eyes and leaveWe are inside the gladeEvery now and then I wipe the dust asideTo remember...How I drape my face with my bare handsThe same that brought me hereBut you were beyond all helpThe folded message that wept my nameShadows skulk at my comingWe survey the slopesIn search for the words to write the missing pageThe tainted dogmaTime grows shortAs the piper plays his timeWe are almost thereYou are beyond all helpDancing into the voidWe are almost there