Universal Truth - Opeth

Sweat on the brow runs over faces made of snow

There comes a time in life when death may come too slow

Honesty in the necrology

The offspring smear your name in print

You have waited far too long

But Spring is set in bloom

You have conquered love inside

Yet sorrow is your doom

The debts are long since paid, inheritance is set

Still agitation reels inside, lest you forget

Lest you forget

At sunrise Friday morning, a haven for your sins

The written dedication etched into your skin

Time won’t heal the wounds you bear

Between old pride and desperate prayers

Time won’t heal any wounds you bear

A set few years of your life are stolen

Light cast on the obvious

Behold the white when it’s faded golden

A stranger’s truth holds no water here

But soon we may have learned

Dead sympathy, an aversion proceeds

A voice lives in your chest that comforts wary thoughts

Yet the brook is still too wide to bridge the gap you’ve sought

Honesty in the necrology

The offspring smear your name in print

You trade your vices every day religiously

A pack of vultures wait for everyone to see

You gave away too much, a harness on your kin

For any transgressions never mirrored mortal sin

Mortal sin

You’re still alone

The day in zenith now, you made it through the night

Voice of perdition came and went far out of sight