And now time to say goodbye
I vow to lovelorn Gemini
As part of paragraph seven, I bestow upon you both
A number of artifacts of immense personal value to me
Wearing the family crest
I hope they can serve as a reminder of the fragility of heritage
A, a king's (a king's)
Child (child)
A king's (a king's)
Scion blood from me
Effectively, these heirlooms are in essence worthless
Still, I consider them a token of my innermost sympathy
Pass them on to generations to come
The liberation of the wealthy once perpetually shackled by greed
The wretched instead, elated and basking in solace
In a flock of kings, I am iconoclast
Broken bloodline seeping to emptiness
A melancholic victory, a triumph for heresy
Saved a daughter in line of disaster
Cursed
Shed no tears on your maker's tomb
A, a king's (a king's)
Child (child)
Scion (scion)
Deus, Patriam, Rex, Sanguis
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And now time to say goodbye
I vow to lovelorn Gemini
As part of paragraph seven, I bestow upon you both
A number of artifacts of immense personal value to me
Wearing the family crest
I hope they can serve as a reminder of the fragility of heritage
A, a king's (a king's)
Child (child)
A king's (a king's)
Scion blood from me
Effectively, these heirlooms are in essence worthless
Still, I consider them a token of my innermost sympathy
Pass them on to generations to come
The liberation of the wealthy once perpetually shackled by greed
The wretched instead, elated and basking in solace
In a flock of kings, I am iconoclast
Broken bloodline seeping to emptiness
A melancholic victory, a triumph for heresy
Saved a daughter in line of disaster
Cursed
Shed no tears on your maker's tomb
A, a king's (a king's)
Child (child)
Scion (scion)
Deus, Patriam, Rex, Sanguis
I vow to lovelorn Gemini
As part of paragraph seven, I bestow upon you both
A number of artifacts of immense personal value to me
Wearing the family crest
I hope they can serve as a reminder of the fragility of heritage
A, a king's (a king's)
Child (child)
A king's (a king's)
Scion blood from me
Effectively, these heirlooms are in essence worthless
Still, I consider them a token of my innermost sympathy
Pass them on to generations to come
The liberation of the wealthy once perpetually shackled by greed
The wretched instead, elated and basking in solace
In a flock of kings, I am iconoclast
Broken bloodline seeping to emptiness
A melancholic victory, a triumph for heresy
Saved a daughter in line of disaster
Cursed
Shed no tears on your maker's tomb
A, a king's (a king's)
Child (child)
Scion (scion)
Deus, Patriam, Rex, Sanguis
Writer: Mikael Akerfeldt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Opeth
From Album: The Last Will And Testament
Language: English
Length: 6:30
Written by: Mikael Akerfeldt
Year: 2024