Opeth - ...прислушался к нему и вот у нас новый OPETH психоделичный и джазовый) | Текст песни

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• ...прислушался к нему и вот у нас новый OPETH психоделичный и джазовый)

This is obsidian
The grip of winter unkind
Devil will follow
Be cast out and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devils speak
God is dead, God is dead

Throw out the darkness
Inside you, telling you now
Senses corrupted
Controlling a poisonous will
Take the road where devils speak
God is dead, God is dead

In the corner of my eye
Demon fades from the hole

Led the blind
Search you'll find
A pathway to the sun
Saw the signs
Intertwined
Forgave me all my sins
Why, Why
Oh, stigmas revealing our vices
And oh, oh, stigmas revealing our vices