Blackwater Park Lyrics Album by Opeth
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1. The Leper Affinity
We entered winter once again,
naked and freezing from my breath.
Neath the lid all limbs tucked away,
this coffin is your abode
from now and onwards.
Your body is mine to avail,
such a tragic sight you are.
Slave under my creed
spurring me with those tears.
I am beyond death,
midst a dreaming affinity.
Saving strength now,
faint whispers.
Come erotic communion
in its splendour!
Fever mirrored ghosts,
night-time consolation,
cross the line.
Draw murder into art,
sleep inside through days!
In the wake of this relief
shivering, longing for more.
Insanity at it’s peak,
love me to my death.
Lost are days of spring,
you sighted and let me in.
Keep the beast inside
shackled within my hide.
Screaming out too late,
losing to my hate.
Grew together with your skin,
and paced the trails of sin.
Your gaze covered with
virgin snow, rigid features.
It’s the shallow deeds who is to blame,
deafening shrieks pierced the night.
A step from oblivion,
moving into the dim lights.
Hiding within a reverie,
it was worth it for the wait alone.
Your body is mine to avail,
such a tragic sight you are.
Slave under my creed
spurring me with those tears.
2. Bleak
Beating, heart still
beating for the cause.
Feeding, soul still
feeding from the loss.
Aching, limbs are
aching from the rush.
Fading, you are fading
from my sight.
Break of morning,
coldness lingers on.
Shroud me into
nightmares of the sun.
Moving, I am moving
closer to your side.
Luring, you are luring me
into the night.
Crying, who is crying
for you here?
Dying, I am dying fast
inside your tears.
Plunging towards
bereavement faster yet.
Clearing thoughts,
my mind is set.
Devious movements in your
eyes moved me from relief.
Breath comes out white clouds with
your lies, and filters through me.
You’re close to the final word,
you’re staring right past me in dismay.
A liquid seeps from your chest,
and drains me away.
Mist ripples round your thin
white neck, and draws me a line.
Cold fingers mark this dying wreck,
this moment is mine.
Help me cure you,
atone for all you’ve done.
Help me leave you
as all the days are gone.
Devious movements in your
eyes moved me from relief.
Breath comes out white clouds with
your lies, and filters through me.
You’re close to the final word,
you’re staring right past me in dismay.
A liquid seeps from your chest,
and drains me away.
Mist ripples round your thin
white neck, and draws me a line.
Cold fingers mark this dying wreck,
this moment is mine.
Night falls again,
taking what’s left of me.
Slight twist,
shivering corpse!
Ornated with water,
fills the cracks.
Clasped in my
limbs by tradition,
this is all you need!
3. Harvest
Stay with me awhile,
rise above the vile.
Name my final rest,
poured into my chest.
Into the orchard I walk
peering way past the gate,
wilted scenes for us
who couldn’t wait.
Drained by the coldest caress,
stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death,
all I see is departure.
Mourner’s lament but
it’s me who’s the martyr.
Pledge yourself to me,
never leave me be.
Sweat breaks on my brow,
given time ends now.
Into the orchard I walk
peering way past the gate,
wilted scenes for us
who couldn’t wait.
Drained by the coldest caress,
stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death,
all I see is departure.
Mourner’s lament but
it’s me who’s the martyr.
Spirit painted sin,
embers ‘neath my skin.
Veiled in pale embrace,
reached and touched my face.
Into the orchard I walk
peering way past the gate,
wilted scenes for us
who couldn’t wait.
Drained by the coldest caress,
stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death,
all I see is departure.
Mourner’s lament but
it’s me who’s the martyr.
4. The Drapery Falls
Please remedy my confusion,
and thrust me back to the day.
The silence of your seclusion
brings night into all you say.
Pull me down again,
and guide me into pain!
I’m counting nocturnal hours,
drown visions in haunted sleep.
Faint flickering of your powers
leaks out to show what you keep.
Pull me down again,
and guide me into…
There is failure inside,
this test I can’t persist.
Kept back by the enigma,
no criterias demanded here.
Deadly patterns made my wreath,
prosperous in your ways.
Pale ghost in the corner
pouring a caress on your shoulder.
Puzzled by shrewd innocence,
runs a thick tide beneath.
Ushered into inner graves,
nails bleeding from the struggle.
It is the end
for the weak at heart,
always the same.
A lullaby for the
ones who’ve lost all,
reeling inside.
My gleaming eye
in your necklace reflects,
stare of primal regrets.
You turn your back,
and you walk away
never again!
Spiralling to the ground below
like autumn leaves left in
the wake to fade away.
Waking up to your sound again,
and lapse into the ways of misery.
5. Dirge for November
Lost!
Here is nowhere,
searching home still.
Turning past me,
all are gone.
Time is now!
The omen showed,
took me away.
Preparations are done,
this can’t last.
The mere reflection
brought disgust,
no ordeal to conquer
this firm slit.
It sheds upon the floor,
dripping into a pool.
Grant me sleep,
take me under.
Like the wings of a dove,
folding around,
I fade into this
tender care.
6. The Funeral Portrait
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.
Caged 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 looks,
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.
7. Patterns in the Ivy
(Instrumental)
8. Blackwater Park
Confessor of the tragedies in man
lurking in the core of us all.
The last dying call for the everlost,
brief encounters, bleeding pain.
Lepers coiled ‘neath the trees,
dying men in bewildered soliloquies,
perversions bloom round the bend.
Seekers, lost in their quest,
ghosts of friends frolic
under the waning moon.
It is the year of death,
wielding his instruments.
Stealth sovereign reaper
touching us with ease.
Infecting the roots in an instant
burning crop of disease,
I am just a spectator.
An advocate documenting the loss,
fluttering with conceit.
This doesn’t concern me yet
still far from the knell.
Taunting their bereavement!
Mod round the dead,
point fingers at the details.
Probing vomits for more,
caught in unbridled suspense.
We have all lost it now,
Catching the flakes of dismay.
Born the travesty of man,
regular pulse midst pandemonium.
You’re plucked to the mass
parched with thirst for the wicked.
Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark,
the sun sets forever over Blackwater Park.
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