Opeth - The Devil's Orchard Lyrics
This trail is obsidian, the grip of Winter uncoiledA lover would follow meCast down and sworn to the darkTake the road where devils speak"God is dead"The wealth of darknessInside you, tell you "now"Your senses corruptedControlling a poisonous willTake the road where devils speak"God is dead"In the corner of my eyeYou are tearing flesh from boneLed the blind in search to findA pathway to the sunSaw the signs intertwineAnd forgave me all my sinsNo stigmas revealing our vicesAnd there are no stigmas revealing our vicesGod is dead