mellodramatron:

Opeth — Harvest

Stay with me a while, rise above the vile
Name my final rest, poured into my chest

Pledge yourself to me, never leave me be
Sweat breaks on my brow, given time ends now

Spirit painted sin, embers neath my skin
Veiled in pale embrace, reached and touched my face

Into the orchard, I walk, peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn’t wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
Halo of death, all I see is departure
Mourner’s lament, but it’s me who’s to martyr
(Release your grip and let me go into the night)

voguelovesme:

Angela Lindvall by Craig McDean for Vogue Russia, February 2003