Opeth - Dirge For November lyrics

Lost, here is nowhere The omen showed, took me away Searching home still Preparations are done, this can't last Time is now Turning past me, all are gone No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit I fade into this tender careThe mere reflection brought disgust Grant me sleep, take me under It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool Like the wings of a dove, folding around

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