Harlequin Forest (Live) - Opeth

Into the trees

Past meadow grounds

And further away from my home

Baying behind me

I hear the hounds

Flock's chasing to find me alone

A trail of sickness

Leading to me

If I am haunted

Then you will see

Searching the darkness

And emptiness

I'm hiding away from the sun

Will never rest

Will never be at ease

All my matter's expired so I run

There falls another

Vapor hands released the blade

Insane regrets at the drop

Instruments of death before me

Lose all to save a little

At your peril it's justified

And dismiss your demons

As death becomes a jest

You are the laughing stock

Of the absinthe minded

Confessions stuck in your mouth

And long gone fevers reappear

Nocturnally helpless

And weak in the light

Depending on a prayer

Pacing deserted roads to find

A seed of hope

They are the trees

Rotten pulp inside and never well

Roots are sucking, thieving from my source

Tired boughs reaching for the light

It is all false pretension

Harlequin forest

Awaiting redemption for a lifetime

As they die alone

With no one by their side

Are they forgiven?

Stark determination

Poisoning the soul

Unfettered beast inside

Claiming sovereign control

And now the woods are burning

Tearing life crops asunder

Useless blackened remains

Still pyre smoldering