ALBUM REVIEW: Opeth – The Last Will and Testament
Draped in death, the howl of lore.
Draped in death, the howl of lore.
Dancing through a mental breakdown, I find I am always met with doubt.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
How do we all sleep with a dying sun?
I breathe and the world breathes with me.
Control, divide, enslave, destroy.
Hiding leagues of rot beneath.
The failsafe had awakened, and nothing could slow the March of the Göll.
Ciphers of lost things, revealed by the moonlight.