Still far from the knell
Publisher: VILE MUSIC
Dying men in bewildered soliloquy's
This doesn't concern me yet
Taunting their bereavement
Under the waning moon
Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
Lepers coiled beneath the trees
The last dying call for the ever lost
It is the year of death
Born the travesty of man
Wielding his instruments
Caught in unbridled suspense
Of the tragedies in man
Regular pulse midst pandemonium
Perversions bloom round the bend
Infecting the roots in an instant
Parched with thirst for the wicked
Mob round the dead
We have all lost it now
Burning crop of disease
An advocate documenting the loss
Songwriters: Mikael Akerfeldt, Sven Peter Malc Lindgren, Martin Lopez, Martin Mendez
Confessor
Seekers, lost in their quest
Fluttering with conceit
Catching the flakes of dismay
Probing vomits for more
Brief encounters, bleeding pain
Ghosts of friends frolic
Touching us with ease
Stealth sovereign reaper
Lurking in the core of us all
Point fingers at the details
The sun sets forever over Black Water Park
You're plucked to the mass
I am just a spectator