The Baying of the Hounds Opeth

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 paralyze
Casts light upon your secrets forced to confront your enemies

His mouth is a vortex sucking you into its 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