Moor Lyrics - Still Life - Opeth

The sigh of summer upon my return 

Fifteen alike since I was here 

Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail 

Snuffing the first morning rays 

Weary from what might have been ages 

Still calm with my mind at peace 

Would I prosper or fall, drain the past 

The lapse of the moment took it's turn 

I was foul and tainted, devoid of faith 

Wearing my death-mask at birth 

The hands of God, decrepit and thin 

Cold caress and then nothing 

I was taken away from my plight 

A treason bestowed to the crowd 

Branded a jonah with fevered blood 

Ungodly freak, defiler 

Pale touch, writhing in the embers 

Damp mud burning in my eyes 

All the faces turned away 

And all would sneer at my demise 

Outcast with dogmas forged below 

Seared and beaten, banished from where I was born 

No mercy would help me on my way 

In the pouring rain nothing is the same 

Vows in ashes 

I pledge myself to no-one 

Seethed and spiteful 

All shudder at the call of my name 

If you'll bear with me 

You'll fear of me 

There is no forgiveness in these eyes 

For any of you but one 

Dispel the mist for now 

Melinda is the reason why I've come 

She is waterdrops over the pyre 

A thistle in my hands 

Stained and torn, aged and brown 

Virtous shell with kindred innocense 

I awoke from the miasma 

Passing swiftly through the moor 

This is here, waters stir 

And in the distance all that was lost 

If you'll bear with me 

You'll fear of me 

You'd never leave me to 

A fate with you