This is my feelings about being slack in not getting tickets to a recent gig in Sydney. Thought it might be an interesting experiment. Go for it Opeth wordsmiths.
By the time I found out about that gig in Sydney it was sold out-damnation.
I had a walk in blackwater park that day and saw the moor, but closure had already made the patterns in the ivy, rather bleak.
When the drapery falls gave credence to my deliverance, death whispered a lullaby and in an advent of eternal soul torture there stood in the forest of October the apostle in triumph.
Under the weeping moon I saw that it was a fair judgement. As a master's apprentice I now leave you to the ending credits.
By the time I found out about that gig in Sydney it was sold out-damnation.
I had a walk in blackwater park that day and saw the moor, but closure had already made the patterns in the ivy, rather bleak.
When the drapery falls gave credence to my deliverance, death whispered a lullaby and in an advent of eternal soul torture there stood in the forest of October the apostle in triumph.
Under the weeping moon I saw that it was a fair judgement. As a master's apprentice I now leave you to the ending credits.