Opeth - 'Paragraph Four' - Fredrik Åkesson Playthrough Video

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