| Song | Ghost of Perdition |
| Artist | Opeth |
| Album | The Roundhouse Tapes |
| 作曲 : Mikael Åkerfeldt | |
| 作词 : Mikael Åkerfeldt | |
| Ghost of Mother | |
| Lingering death | |
| Ghost on Mother's bed | |
| Black strands on the pillow | |
| Contour of her health | |
| Twisted face upon the head | |
| Ghost of perdition | |
| Stuck in her chest | |
| A warning no one read | |
| Tragic friendship | |
| Called inside the fog | |
| Pouring venom brew deceiving | |
| Devil cracked the earthly shell | |
| Foretold she was the one | |
| Blew hope into the room and said"You have to live before you die young" | |
| Devil cracked the earthly shell | |
| Foretold she was the one | |
| Blew hope into the room and said"You have to live before you die young" | |
| Holding her down | |
| Channeling darkness | |
| Hemlock for the | |
| GodsFading resistance | |
| Draining the weakness | |
| Penetrating inner light | |
| Road into the dark unaware | |
| Winding ever higher | |
| Darkness by her side | |
| Spoke and passed her by | |
| Dedicated hunter | |
| Waits to pull us under | |
| Rose up to it's call | |
| In his arms she'd fall | |
| Mother light received | |
| A faithful servant's free | |
| In time the hissing of her sanity | |
| Faded out her voice and soiled her name | |
| And like marked pages in a diary | |
| Everything seemed clean that is unstained | |
| The incoherent talk of ordinary days | |
| Why would we really need to live? | |
| Decide what is clear and what's within a haze | |
| What you should take and what to give? | |
| Ghost of perdition | |
| A saint's premotion's unclear | |
| Keeper of holy hordes | |
| Keeper of holy whores | |
| To see a beloved son | |
| In despair of what's to come | |
| If one cut the source of the flow | |
| And everything would change | |
| Would conviction fall | |
| In the shadow of the righteous | |
| The phantasm of your mind | |
| Might be calling you to go | |
| Defying the forgotten morals | |
| Where the victim is the prey |
| zuò qǔ : Mikael kerfeldt | |
| zuò cí : Mikael kerfeldt | |
| Ghost of Mother | |
| Lingering death | |
| Ghost on Mother' s bed | |
| Black strands on the pillow | |
| Contour of her health | |
| Twisted face upon the head | |
| Ghost of perdition | |
| Stuck in her chest | |
| A warning no one read | |
| Tragic friendship | |
| Called inside the fog | |
| Pouring venom brew deceiving | |
| Devil cracked the earthly shell | |
| Foretold she was the one | |
| Blew hope into the room and said" You have to live before you die young" | |
| Devil cracked the earthly shell | |
| Foretold she was the one | |
| Blew hope into the room and said" You have to live before you die young" | |
| Holding her down | |
| Channeling darkness | |
| Hemlock for the | |
| GodsFading resistance | |
| Draining the weakness | |
| Penetrating inner light | |
| Road into the dark unaware | |
| Winding ever higher | |
| Darkness by her side | |
| Spoke and passed her by | |
| Dedicated hunter | |
| Waits to pull us under | |
| Rose up to it' s call | |
| In his arms she' d fall | |
| Mother light received | |
| A faithful servant' s free | |
| In time the hissing of her sanity | |
| Faded out her voice and soiled her name | |
| And like marked pages in a diary | |
| Everything seemed clean that is unstained | |
| The incoherent talk of ordinary days | |
| Why would we really need to live? | |
| Decide what is clear and what' s within a haze | |
| What you should take and what to give? | |
| Ghost of perdition | |
| A saint' s premotion' s unclear | |
| Keeper of holy hordes | |
| Keeper of holy whores | |
| To see a beloved son | |
| In despair of what' s to come | |
| If one cut the source of the flow | |
| And everything would change | |
| Would conviction fall | |
| In the shadow of the righteous | |
| The phantasm of your mind | |
| Might be calling you to go | |
| Defying the forgotten morals | |
| Where the victim is the prey |