Baying Of The Hounds

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OPETH是一支来自瑞典的著名的死亡金属乐队，乐队的灵魂人物MIKAEL AKERFELDT绝对是极端金属界的奇才，一人包办主唱、吉他和歌曲创作，其魅力也争取到DAN SWANO这样的大腕为OPETH监制唱片。OPETH的音乐风格在众多的死亡金属乐队中可以说是相当有特色的，他们的音乐几乎融合了所有极端金属音乐的元素，死亡金属、毁灭金属、黑金属、前卫金属等风格都在乐队的作品中有所体现，最可贵的是OPETH将这些元素融合的非常完美，决不会给人以杂乱勉强的感觉，所以在极端金属乐迷的心目中OPETH一直是最优秀的死亡金属乐队之一。

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I hear the baying of the hounds

In the distance, I hear them devouring

Pest-ridden jackals of the earth

Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests

In wait and constant protectors

Calling you to sit by his side

Your self-loathing image in his flesh

A revelation upon which you linger

His words are flies

Swarming towards the true insects

Feasting on buried dreams

And spreading decay upon your skin

His eyes spew forth a darkness

That cut through and paralyse

Casts light upon your secrets

Forced to confront your enemies

His mouth is a vortex

Sucking you into it's pandemonium

Fools you with a helping hand of ashes

Reached out in false dismay

His body is a country

The cities lay dead beyond despair

Friends turned enemies unable to come clean 

In a rising fog of reeking death

Everything you believed is a lie

Everyone you loved is a death-burden

So you take comfort in him

And you are receptive to stark wishes

No longer struggling to declare your stand

You would inflict no harm to others

They are unaware and in a loop of futile events

You are everything, they are nothing

Drown in the deep mire

With past desires

Beneath the mire

Drown desire now with you

Lined up verses on dead skin

"The tainted lips of a stranger 

Resting upon hers"

And I embrace bereavement

Everything beloved is shattered anyway

I would devote myself to anyone

I would accept any flaws

I am too weak to resist

Tension vibrating with horror

Finding the outcast in my eyes

Pushing nerves on a puppet

Endless poison in my veins

Clean intent now tainted with death

And so, cold touch now inhumane

Every waking hour

Awaiting a reverie to unfold

And now they are calling me

Louder by the minute

The baying of the hounds

Calling me back to my home