Opeth - To rid the disease
Tekst :
There s nobody here, there s nobody near
I try not to care, dead eyes always stare
Let these matters be, don t trust what you see
Take hold of your time, step into the line
There s innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do (would you)
Leave your mark upon the head of someone
Who ll cry for his state, we know it s too late
I turn round to see what was meant to be
Faint movement release to rid the disease
There s innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you (I have lost the trust I
had in you)
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do
(I have lost the trust I had in you)
Inne utwory
Bleak Weakness When Deliverance Demon of the fall In my time of need Black rose immortal Burden Wreath White cluster Forest of october Credence Reverie Porcelain heart Blackwater park Madrigal The funeral portrait Losowe utwory
Są miejsca, w których zawsze wieje,
place usłane podmuchami,
zimą tam oddech matowieje,
byle nie wiało między nami.
Te place mają dumne nazwy,
spłynęły tu historii rynną,
nazwy, od których bledną gwiazdy,
od których robi się zimno.
A gdyby tak grudniowej nocy
tabliczki nagle pozamieniać,
był Plac Defilad lub...
Distorted walls cannot tear the lights of thunder
and the flashes of reason
If something must still happen, it shall happen
following the rules of anti-logic
Flee from the ignoble joke of nature,
that vegetates in company of the fetid ignorance
Don t burn your energy trying
to stand your anti-you
Scratch lunacy and remember that, after all,
everything...
[J-Kwon talkin over music]
Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke,
Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me,
And they ask me, they ask me
[Verse 1]
Now they ask me
How you know so much at 17
Oh, who is raised by the sword can t be beaten
Who is toughened by the fire can t be burned
Awaited by immortality
Are the ones sacrificing their lives
To blood, to victory, to the truth
As ye sow, as shall ye reap
We will turn your fields into death shining
Our blades smash all down
Guidance...
Evening is falling, all still around me
The old crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace
Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we ride
The unseen is watching from behind each stone and pine
Slowly the golden dise of the sun is setting
Beyond the rim of Nordland at the end...