Opeth - §3 Lyrics

All was still
When I broke the seal
In dwindling Winter morning shades
I knew a ransom must be paid out

Apostasy, a curse on me?
The weaker vessel secure under grace of God
Matrimonial locks, skeleton key

She pursue my gaze on her
A dance within a masquerade
The servants ransom culled and laid out

Hereditary cornucopia (hereditary cornucopia)

This dire desire for wealth
The lure of a prosperous well

Disfigured child won't die young
The hearts of us all she has won
(But you must leave here)

Silent curtsy, tearful bliss
(God bless you)

Carnal shame, a secret treaty
The lovers bond