Credence

Opeth · My Arms, Your Hearse [1998]

Deserted again

You speak to me through the shadows

Walking in closed rooms, Using cold words

Captured by the night

The yearning escapes from my embrace

Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, Scream your sadness

And they all turned away, Unable to face more of this death

Credence in my word

Written in dust, Tainted by memories

I confess my hope, Recognize my loneliness

Your laughter weeps the truth

Push me into the corners

Confirming the epitaph of my soul

And displaying the once unknown Karma