متن آهنگ §3 از Opeth

متن آهنگ §3 از Opeth

All was still when I broke the seal In dwindling winter morning shades I knew a ransom must be paid out ♪ Apostasy, a curse on me? The weaker vessel secure the grace of God Matrimonial locks, skeleton key She pursue my gaze on her A dance within a masquerade The servants ransom culled and laid out From hereditary cornucopia (hereditary cornucopia) This dire desire for wealth The lure of a prosperous well ♪ The disfigured child won't die young The hearts of us all she has won But you must leave here, ooh Silent curtsy, tearful bliss (Bless you, ooh) Carnal shame, a secret treaty The lovers bond ♪