Opeth - Bleak

The man at the helm sang about death, and sang so beautifully that I had nothing to compare with. But death was not the most beautiful and high, and there is no comfort in it. Death became life, and life became death, and they were intertwined with each other in an eternal crazy love fight, and this was the last truth and the meaning of the world, a ray of light came out from there that could revive and decorate a picture of joyless, and from there the shadow falling over on everything beautiful and cheerful and enveloping all this in darkness. But in the dark, passions flashed sincerely and brighter, and love grew white-hot in those dark nights.