White Cluster — Opeth

Still it came passing by The pieces weaved together rose the sun And fooled me with another day The knocking message called for my life

Sealed the spell of my scrawny body Soil to skin, my next of kin Damp air grasped, stole the words And greeted me with a hiss

This is forgiveness, so I know Once I repent I seal the lid I slither for you and I'm dying I find trust in hate

They wear white for me Seemingly jaded and lost I forge myself into your dreams And here I am your life

Hangman, clutching at his tools I will come for you

The noose is tied Murmur through the crowd Plunging into anywhere but here

Cloak-captured sighs of relief As the primal touch brought me back And the last sight I did see is still here Beckoning right behind me