Death Whispered a Lullaby

"Sleep, my child.
Speak to me now and the world will crumble
Open a door and the moon will fall
All of your life. all your memories
Go to your dreams, forget it all
Oh, sleep my child..."

Opeth: Death Whispered a Lullaby
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To Rid the Disease

"There's innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do (would you)?

I turn round to see what was meant to be
Faint movement release to rid the disease..."

Opeth: To Rid the Disease
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