Advent Lyrics - Morningrise - Opeth

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