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Heritage von Opeth – Album-Songtexte & Tracks

OpethVeröffentlicht 2011Acoustic RockSweden
Tracks: 10
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Spielzeit: 56:52
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Label: Roadrunner Records
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Complete Album Tracklist

1

Heritage

02:04
2

The Devil’s Orchard

06:39
3

I Feel the Dark

06:37
4

Slither

03:59
5

Nepenthe

05:37
6

Häxprocess

06:57
7

Famine

08:31
8

The Lines in My Hand

03:48
9

Folklore

08:17
10

Marrow of the Earth

04:18

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Songtext zu The Devil’s Orchard

11 ContributorsThe Devil’s Orchard LyricsThis trail is obsidian, the grip of Winter uncoiled
A lover would follow me
Cast down and sworn to the dark
 
Take the road where devils speak
"God is dead"
"God is dead"
 
The wealth of darkness
Inside you, telling you "now"
Your senses corrupted
Controlling a poisonous will
 
Take the road where devils speak
"God is dead"
"God is dead"
 
In the corner of my eye
You are tearing flesh from bone
 
Led the blind in search to find
A pathway 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
God is dead

Songtext zu Slither

6 ContributorsSlither LyricsSummer's gone and love has withered
I believe in nothing yet nothing is what it seems
All is gone and promises slithered
You gave me nothing yet nothing is what it seems
 
Summer is gone
 
Your eyes gave away all your lies in the end
The dawning of a seething design
Kept a secret from the light
And felt the weight on my shoulders increase
 
A bleeding heart led by desperation
Like a bird on a wire
A broken promise of dedication
Never ever again

Songtext zu The Lines in My Hand

7 ContributorsThe Lines in My Hand LyricsWe are dying in the wake of gods and decrees remain arcane
And everything around us is a consequence of pain
 
The writings on the wall depict a truth that no one reads
A government of puppets blinded by another creed
 
Burning voice of insanity
Nothing is the same
Barren lands for the idle man
Find all the lines in your hand
 
Blinding storms are surrounding us
Take control
In our cups, poisoned wine
Find all the lines in your hands