Opeth - §2 Lyrics

A child in the night
Cursed to survive
Love like quicksand
And deflowered maid in tow

My woes
Yet I wandered through the gilded halls

Dreadful daughter of wretched martyr
Sick to marrow and to bone
Your fevered mother would care and bother
Loved her like one of her own

Her words
The word of Christ tells us to forgive transgressions (forgive)
It is through him we can distinguish right from wrong (scold me)
A penurious handmaid gave birth to a girl in our care (cleanse me)
We are compelled to persevere in place of the estranged father
Until his return

Bestowed upon my weary head
Was a secret (veiled and untold)

But your mother was dying faster
And by my penance, in disarray
Her ruin looking on
A delinquent's confession

Death, her bane and protector
Placidly waited 'neath the scorching moon
For yield
(A descendant daughter)

Snow made white the street of her dreams
And on that night I authored said theme (hear them)

Through these words I extend my hand to salvation (save me)
And this writ may overturn the rich and reward the poor (forever)
You have learned that my blood has flown to clandestine bournes (my sins)
And I reject pre-destined wealth in the hand of inequity

Tragic, the idle hands of progeny
(Reclaim your soul)

There is a rising tide of sorrow, sister
There is a rising tide of sorrow, brother
There is a rising tide of sorrow, sister
The rise of the waxing sun tomorrow