to rid the disease歌詞

Opeth - Heir Apparent
卜超 製作
Slow days
Slow words
Slow lies
Slow ends
So many years to clean the slate
Endless despair within its wake
His touch soiling what used to be clean
His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams
No more
Slow pains
Slow deaths
And again he rides in, it's September and he covets the gullible
Skeletal wish - hunter
A thousand lies, cast from the throne of secrecy
Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserables lies
See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair
The insect trust - believer
Your body a vehicle to house his disease
Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind
Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn
Invisible king - dying
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow
A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
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