Opeth - The Devil's Orchard lyrics

This trail is obsidian, the grip of Winter uncoiled A lover would follow me Cast down and sworn to the dark Take the road where devils speak "God is dead" The wealth of darkness Inside you, telling you "now" Your senses corrupted Controlling a poisonous will Take the road where devils speak "God is dead" In the corner of my eye You are tearing flesh from bone Led the blind in search to find A pathway to the sun Saw the signs intertwine And forgave me all my sins No stigmas revealing our vices And there are no stigmas revealing our vices God is dead