Opeth (83,48 %)
Ghost Reveries (89,06 %)
In collection
Released: 2005-08-29
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
1
Year (2005):
1
Decade (2000's):
3
Overall:
78
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1.
Ghost of Perdition
 10:30
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2.
The Baying of the Hounds
 10:41
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3.
Beneath the Mire
07:58
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4.
Atonement
 05:24
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5.
Reverie/Harlequin Forest
12:44
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6.
Hours of Wealth
05:20
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7.
The Grand Conjuration
10:21
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8.
Isolation Years
03:51
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Album length:
00:06:49
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Lyrics |
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1.
Ghost of Perdition
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Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Mother's bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition Stuck in her chest A warning no one read Tragic friendship Called inside the fog Pouring venom brew deceiving Devil cracked the earthly shell Foretold she was the one Blew hope into the room and said: "You have to live before you die young" Holding her down Channeling darkness Hemlock for the Gods Fading resistance Draining the weakness Penetrating inner light Road into the dark unaware Winding ever higher Darkness by her side Spoke and passed her by Dedicated hunter Waits to pull us under Rose up to it's call In his arms she'd fall Mother light received And a faithful servant's free In time the hissing of her sanity Faded out her voice and soiled her name And like marked pages in a diary Everything seemed clean that is unstained The incoherent talk of ordinary days Why would we really need to live? Decide what is clear and what's within a haze What you should take and what to give Ghost of perdition A saint's premonition's unclear Keeper of holy hoards Keeper of holy whores To see a beloved son In despair of what's to come If one cut the source of the flow And everything would change Would conviction fall In the shadow of the righteous The phantasm of your mind Might be calling you to go Defying the forgotten morals Where the victim is the prey |
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2.
The Baying of the Hounds
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I hear the baying of the hounds In the distance, I hear them devouring Pest ridden jackals of the earth Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests In wait and constant protectors Calling you to sit by his side Your self loathing image in his flesh A revelation upon which you linger His words are flies Swarming towards the true insects Feasting on buried dreams And spreading decay upon your skin His eyes spew forth a darkness That cut through and paralyze Casts light upon your secrets Forced to confront your enemies His mouth is a vortex Sucking you into it's pandemonium Fools you with a helping hand of ashes Reached out in false dismay His body is a country The cities lay dead and beyond despair Friends turned enemies unable to come clean In a rising fog of reeking death Everything you believed is a lie Everyone you loved is a death burden So you take comfort in him And you are receptive to stark wishes No longer struggling to declare your stand You would inflict no harm to others They are unaware of you And in a loop of futile events You are everything, they are nothing Drown in the deep mire With past desires Beneath the mire Drown desire now with you Lined up verses on dead skin "The tainted lips of the stranger Resting upon hers" And I embrace bereavement Everything beloved is shattered anyway I would devote myself to anyone I would accept any flaws I am too weak to resist Tension vibrating with horror Finding the outcast in my eyes Pushing nerves on a puppet Endless poison in my veins Clean intent now tainted with death And so, cold touch now inhumane Every waking hour Awaiting a reverie to unfold And now they are calling me Louder by the minute The baying of the hounds Calling me back to my home |
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3.
Beneath the Mire
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Haunted nights for haleyon days Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice Nature's way struck grief in me And I became a ghost in sickness Willingly guided into heresy Beneath the surface, stark emptiness And you'd pity my conviction Whereas I thought of myself as a leader You'd cling to your pleasant hope It is twisted fascination While I'd ruin the obstacles into despair And I'm praising death Lost love of the heart In a holocaust scene memory Decrepit body wearing transparent skin Inside, the smoke of failure Wept for solace and submit to faith In his shadow I'm choking Yet flourishing Master A delusion made me stronger Yet I'm draped in pale withering flesh I sacrificed more than I had And left my woes beneath the mire |
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Atonement
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Cleared the fog that was veiled around me And blurred my sights Suddenly, I'm no longer aching To honor my plights Rising moon and my skin is peeling Past undone Suddenly, I can't justify What I had become |
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5.
Reverie/Harlequin Forest
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Into the trees Past meadow grounds And further away from my home Baying behind me I hear the hounds Flock's chasing to find me alone A trail of sickness Leading to me If I am haunted Then you will see Searching the darkness And emptiness I'm hiding away from the sun Will never rest Will never be at ease All my matter's expired so I run There falls another Vapor hands released the blade Insane regrets at the drop Instruments of death before me Lose all to save a little At your peril it's justified And dismiss your demons As death becomes a jest You are the laughing stock Of the absinthe minded Confessions stuck in your mouth And long gone fevers reappear Nocturnally helpless And weak in the light Depending on a prayer Pacing deserted roads to find A seed of hope They are the trees Rotten pulp inside and never well Roots sucking, thieving from my source Tired boughs reaching for the light It is all false pretension Harlequin forest Awaiting redemption for a lifetime As they die alone With no one by their side Are they forgiven? Stark determination Poisoning the soul Unfettered beast inside Claiming sovereign control And now the woods are burning Tearing life crops asunder Useless blackened remains Still pyre smoldering |
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6.
Hours of Wealth
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Found a way to rid myself clean of pain And the fever that's been haunting me Has gone away Looking through my window I seem to recognize All the people passing by But I am alone And far from home And nobody knows me Never heard me say goodbye Never shall I speak to anyone again All days are in darkness And I'm biding my time Once I am sure of my task I will rise again |
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The Grand Conjuration
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Majesty Faithful me Pour yourself Into me Wield your power Martyr's price Stare me down To the ground Slake my thirst Eternal wealth Heathen key Round my neck This poetry Our blasphemy Know the sounds Of infamy The eyes of the devil Fixed on his sinners The hands of Satan Assembling his flock Pale horse rider Searching the earth Whispered conjuration A belief takes form Choking hand tapping The veins in your throat His orders in your mouth A decree for domination Beneath the tides of wisdom Spins the undertow of hate Injected seeds of vengeance Usurper's eyes of the powerless Clean path to his kingdom Beckoning in the mist Tell my why Love subsides In the light Of your wishes Say my name Ease the pain Clear the smoke In my head |
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Isolation Years
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There's a sense of longing in me As I read Rosemary's letter Her writing's honest Can't forget the years she's lost In isolation She talks about her love And as I read "I'll die alone" I know she was aching There's a certain detail seen here The pen must have slipped to the side And left a stain Next to his name She knew he was gone And isolation Is all that would remain "The wound in me is pouring out To rest on a lover's shore" |