Opeth - §4 Lyrics

And now in tranquil fortitude
The shifting sands of time

I was sick with fever (he's sick with fever)
Hand on the hymns (collapsing, expiring)
Ashen eyes, delirium (no)
Soliloquy, suspirium
No, no, no

A lock on the sanctum
One of the cursed (one of the cursed)
Forever in debt

Daughter, my unfortunate son
I bequeath you verity

Twins, usurping strands of flesh
You are not mine

Poisoned loins of mother
Cursed my vigorous seed

Longing for a child and my love for her
Birthed a controversial plan

Her eye on him
One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave
The bane of my existence
Sordid flesh communion
Gold in mouth, he impregnates

(Why)
Swallowed my shame
Like a man of affairs
With lineage and name
Still fast my prayers