The Funeral Portrait (Live) - Opeth

You wait by the window

Morning's breath on the sill

Idle hands given another try

So you wait and you savour the moment

Outside the canvas turned white

Ruby eyes in the fog

Rain washing clean all the sins

A liquid gown that covers all

Your loathe turns endless

Opened mirage soothes your sense

Locked on the pinnacle

The best secret within

Like a derelict child

Heart burning for a stranger

Ascending to the meek

Flock round the liars in awe

Caked in the soil beneath

Fear me when we meet

Turn away in admiration

My firm grip round the nucleus of joy

Enough of this

You will leave me now

You will see it now

Perish at my hands

Close to you

Tangled up in hair

Fresh stigma look

Shall I take you with me

And it is cold

Ruby eyes in the fog

It is me

And you are just like them all

Stained by the names of fathers

I'm greeting my downward fall

Leaving the throes to others