歌手:Opeth
专辑:《Heritage》

作词 : Akerfeldt
作曲 : Akerfeldt

This is obsidian
The grip of winter unkind

Devil will follow
Be cast out and sworn to the dark

Take the road where devil's speak
God is dead...
God is dead...

Throw out the darkness
Inside you, telling you now

Senses corrupted
Controlling a poisonous will

Take the road where devil's speak
God is dead...
God is dead...

In the corner of my eye
Demon fades from the hole...

Led the blind
Searched to find
A pathway to the sun
Saw the signs
Intertwined
Forgave me all my sins
Why...

Why...

Oh...
Stigmats revealing our vices
And oh, oh...
Stigmats revealing our vices