Opeth has more than a musical group. Their music likes a wisdom man who says the right to the people, such a wizard. It should be just because their honesty to both the life and the audience. In that point lyrics are very important in Opeth work. I always read about changes in music, changes in harmonies, influences, musical styles, equipment changes, etc. But Opeth is not just a good and different guitar riff. Opeth says things. Thats why, when a wo/man has the albums s/he has five books to read and think about it. People should discuss their words also. Opeth could do instrumental works, but they have something more, something to say with music. Also I think that Mikael is a very successful poet.
Do not turn your face towards me
Confronting me with my loneliness
You are in a forest unknown
The secret orchard
And your voice is vast and achromatic
But still so precious Black Rose Immortal
Sometimes he reminds me Poe. His writing is dark, powerful and intelligent. Intelligence is a very important point. There are lots of groups using clichés, which we really like to hear we should confess-, and I wont say No, thats not good guys. We can like to listen, no harm. But there are people say different things, shares their ideas, emotions etc. We people do not have the same intelligence, same cultural background and same point of view to life. Life is something very hard to understand and live. The most joyful thing in the world for me people saying new things, showing different phases of life. People who knows life, deeply lives. It is just not directly related with Opeth but luckily Opeth has it. I also think Katatonia has it in their works too. Opeth songs are really good poems also. You can see the things that I am talking about in the stories of MAYH or simple words of Blackwaterpark.
She faced me in awe. ´twas a token of ebony colour.
Embodied in faint vapour.
Wandering through April´s fire.
Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you.
I will endure, hide away. I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure.
It is a mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before.
The rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came the forest folded its branches around me.
Something passed by, and I went into a dream.
She laughing and weeping at once: "take me away".
I don't know how or why, Ill never know When. April Ethereal
Confessor
Of the tragedies in man
Lurking in the core of us all
The last dying call for the ever lost
Brief encounters, bleeding pain - Blackwaterpark
Words sometimes have games in it, sometimes just destructive, sometimes totally insane.
I just want to see people recognizing the words, feeling them
Do not turn your face towards me
Confronting me with my loneliness
You are in a forest unknown
The secret orchard
And your voice is vast and achromatic
But still so precious Black Rose Immortal
Sometimes he reminds me Poe. His writing is dark, powerful and intelligent. Intelligence is a very important point. There are lots of groups using clichés, which we really like to hear we should confess-, and I wont say No, thats not good guys. We can like to listen, no harm. But there are people say different things, shares their ideas, emotions etc. We people do not have the same intelligence, same cultural background and same point of view to life. Life is something very hard to understand and live. The most joyful thing in the world for me people saying new things, showing different phases of life. People who knows life, deeply lives. It is just not directly related with Opeth but luckily Opeth has it. I also think Katatonia has it in their works too. Opeth songs are really good poems also. You can see the things that I am talking about in the stories of MAYH or simple words of Blackwaterpark.
She faced me in awe. ´twas a token of ebony colour.
Embodied in faint vapour.
Wandering through April´s fire.
Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you.
I will endure, hide away. I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure.
It is a mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before.
The rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came the forest folded its branches around me.
Something passed by, and I went into a dream.
She laughing and weeping at once: "take me away".
I don't know how or why, Ill never know When. April Ethereal
Confessor
Of the tragedies in man
Lurking in the core of us all
The last dying call for the ever lost
Brief encounters, bleeding pain - Blackwaterpark
Words sometimes have games in it, sometimes just destructive, sometimes totally insane.
I just want to see people recognizing the words, feeling them
