Opeth - Advent - Текст песни

It was all true
    A parlour strode, and the night sets forever
    I stray in the quiet cold
    And you gird me when I dare to listen

    Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow
    Lips try to form "because"
    Trying to adapt to the wilderness
    Where even foes close their eyes and leave

    We are inside the glade
    Every now and then I wipe the dust aside
    To remember...

    How I drape my face with my bare hands
    The same that brought me here
    But you were beyond all help
    The folded message that wept my name

    Shadows skulk at my coming
    We survey the slopes
    In search for the words to write the missing page
    The tainted dogma

    Time grows short
    As the piper plays his time
    We are almost there

    You are beyond all help
    Dancing into the void
    We are almost there