Opeth The Apostel In Triumph
In solitude I wander... Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkenede oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eyes Sitting in calmness Before spreading its black wings Reaching for the skies In this forest Where wolves cry their agony unto the moon My spirit is hidden In the form of wisdom Carved on a black stone The only way to follow Open your soul Redeem, I am immortal Blinded by a light My soul is held up high in glory I engulf the skies The apostel in triumph Through the eternal flame I travel As the rain keeps falling...
