Dirge For November

Dirge For November
Lost, here is nowhere
Searching home still
Turning past me, all are gone
Time is now
The omen showed, took me away
Preparations are done, this can't last
The mere reflection brought disgust
No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit

It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool
Grant me sleep, take me under
Like the wings of a dove, folding around
I fade into this tender care
En 'Dirge For November', Opeth nos sumerge en un viaje emocional y melancólico. La sensación de pérdida y soledad se desprende de sus versos, donde el protagonista se siente perdido en un lugar vacío, buscando un hogar que ya no existe...