The Opeth Soliloquies.

We embrace, flesh to flesh against falling tears...
Engrossed in the fears that run from the moon.
Like two sides of a golden rod...
We meet in solidness, and liquefied swoon.

Forever anticipation to the ground.
I am awaiting your sacrifice of parlour intake...
There is wanting lust in thus...
All in the moans and groans that you make.

My coil unwinds to the motionless stare...
Stuck to the drops falling down from her hair...
Everything is slowing down...
Everything is slowing down...

I tremble with gentle as I peer deep inside...
We are lost in the whole, wondering, wandering...
So much need in so little time...
And there is much lacking in this euphoric pondering.

She drowns in me, as I swim through,
Rain breaks over with her bondaged chains...
She will let go, but not of me...
Rather her old sufferings and pain.

My cup is molded in this fiery desire,
And I feel myself sinking beneath the mire...
You pass in me like the lonest spectre...
And I drink of your sweetest, ghostly nectar.