The Devil's Orchard - Opeth
This is obsidian
The grip of winter unkind
Devil will follow
Be cast out and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devil's speak
God is dead
God is dead
Throw out the darkness
Inside you telling you now
Senses corrupted
Controlling a poisonous will
Take the road where devil's speak
God is dead
God is dead
In the corner of my eye
Tearing flesh from bone
Led the blind in search to find
A path way to the sun
Saw the signs intertwine
And forgave me all my sins
No stigmas revealing our vices
And there are no stigmas revealing our vices