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Opeth - The Lotus Eater (Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Opeth
Opeth
Исполнитель
Mikael Akerfeldt
Mikael Akerfeldt
Вокал
Martín Méndez
Martín Méndez
Бас-гитара
Andreas Tengberg
Andreas Tengberg
Виолончель
Martin Axenrot
Martin Axenrot
Барабаны
Lisa Almberg
Lisa Almberg
Английский рожок
Christoffer Wadensten
Christoffer Wadensten
Флейта
Fredrik Akesson
Fredrik Akesson
Гитара
Per Wiberg
Per Wiberg
Клавишные инструменты
Karin Svensson
Karin Svensson
Скрипка
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Mikael Akerfeldt
Mikael Akerfeldt
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Opeth
Opeth
Продюсер
Mikael Akerfeldt
Mikael Akerfeldt
Миксинг-инженер
David Castillo
David Castillo
Дополнительный инженер
Johan Örnborg
Johan Örnborg
Дополнительный инженер
Mikhail Korge
Mikhail Korge
Дополнительный инженер
Martín Méndez
Martín Méndez
Продюсер
Jens Borgen
Jens Borgen
Мастеринг-инженер
Martin Axenrot
Martin Axenrot
Продюсер
Fredrik Akesson
Fredrik Akesson
Продюсер
Per Wiberg
Per Wiberg
Миксинг-инженер

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Liquid is in your throat For hopeless delight After all you fell in love with death Life has aborted All you've had and all you became The night is calling, you pray forth A barren waste is your land Crops, they were sown to die The skin is a mirror The eyes hollow with ignorance Health runs from your lips Sucked in and safe from the world of sleep All years, all years caring for a liar The barren drift road is winding higher You're a moth too close to the fire You are stuck in a route of confusion Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all Fleeing in sorrows Pushing your spirit away Sick of the weakness of the psyche Whisper from the heart of evil Luring them all into despair Resenting the goods of a savior Cries out Restless will also die A selection culled from the damned Drawing a lifeline of one A friend died in your room And sought the birth of a follower Oh, brother! You're a killer, and you target yourself I wish you'd never come back For us to see the beckoning end And the pride of a mother Drawn close in a mother's son And the love from a father Was used by a father's son, ah And the pride of a mother Drawn close in a mother's son And the love from a father Was used by a father's son Overheard us talking In a smoke of lost hope The language of a parting So clear and so true Overheard us talking
Writer(s): Mikael Lars Akerfeldt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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