Ghost Of Perdition (Edit) - Opeth

Ghost of mother

Lingering death

Ghost on mother's bed

Black strands on the pillow

Contour of her health

Pouring venom brew deceiving

Devil cracked the earthly shell

Foretold she was the one

Blew hope into the room and said

You have to live before you die young

Devil cracked the earthly shell

Foretold she was the one

Blew hope into the room and said

You have to live before you die young

Holding her down

Channeling darkness

Penetrating inner light

Road into the dark unaware

Winding ever higher

Darkness by her side

Spoke and passed her by

Dedicated hunter

Waits to pull us under

Rose up to it's call

In his arms she'd fall

Mother light received

And a faithful servant's free

In time the hissing of her sanity

Faded out her voice and soiled her name

Decide what is clear and what's within a haze

What you should take and what to give

Ghost of perdition

A saint's premonition's unclear

Keeper of holy hoards

Keeper of holy whores

To see a beloved son

In despair of what's to come

If one cut the source of the flow

And everything would change

Defying the forgotten morals

Where the victim is the prey