Morningrise

14 ContributorsAdvent LyricsThe opener to Opeth’s 1996 release Morningrise displays the essential cornerstones to the band’s early sound: long and unusually-structured songs, brutal riffs and growls complemented by beatiful acoustic… Read More 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 tune

We are almost there

You are beyond all help

Dancing into the void

We are almost there

17 ContributorsBlack Rose Immortal LyricsThe 4th track on Opeth’s 1996 album Morningrise. Written by vocalist/guitarist Mikael Åkerfeldt, “Black Rose Immortal” is said to be about a desperate man who seeks out the devil in order to bring back a lost… Read More In the name of desperation

I call your name

A lamentation I sigh

Again and again

Spiritual eclipse

The gateways are closed for me to seek

In the night...

A veil of stars, watching

My shadow is born from light

The light of the eye, in darkness

Over troubled waters memories soar

Endlessly, searching night and day

The moonlight caresses a lonely hill

With the calmness of a whisper

I wear a naked soul

A blank face in the streaming water

It is cold in here

Frost scar my coat with dust

Eyes attach to your mute portrait

We spoke only through thoughts

Together we gazed, awaited

Hours brought thirst and the rising sun

Sun birds leave their dark recesses

Shadows gild the archways

Do not turn your face towards me

Confronting me with my loneliness

You are in a forest unknown

The secret orchard

And your voice is vast and achromatic

But still so precious

Lullaby of the crescent moon took you

Mesmerized, its kaleidoscopic face

Granted you a hollow stare

Another soul within the divine herd

I have kept it

The amaranth symbol

Hidden inside the golden shrine

Until we rejoice in the meadow

Of the end

When we both walk the shadows

It will set ablaze and vanish

Black rose immortal

It is getting dark again

Dusk shuffle across the fields

The evening trees moan as if they knew

At night I always dream of you