Opeth

Opeth - Dirge for November lyrics

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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
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Author: Mikael Ã…kerfeldt

Composer: Mikael Ã…kerfeldt, Peter Lindgren

Publisher: Music For Nations

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Released in: 2010

Language: English

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