标题:Ghost of Perdition
标签: 总谱
艺人:Opeth
专辑:Ghost Reveries
作词:Opeth, Åkerfeldt
作曲:Opeth
制谱人:MilletGtR
指示:Watch my video of how to play this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1L3BiDpCquQ
Originally submitted to GProTab.net Note #1: These hi-hat hits are probably maracas or something similar, but it's more relevant for the drummer to play it. The hi-hat hits should be hi-hat closes, i.e they should played with your left foot instead of your drum stick, since both of your hands will be occupied with the toms/snare.. ________________________________________ Note #2: This acoustic part is played with a 12 string guitar, which makes it sound a lot more complicated than it really is.. The tones of the octave strings are presented in the track Rythm Guitar 2, but are not to be played like that. You should play it the way it's presented in the track Acoustic Guitar, with or without a 12 stringed guitar. The reason I did not use the 'Simulate 12 stringed Guitar' in track properties is because later in the song (and earlier) they play on a normal 6 stringed acoustic guitar. Enjoy /MilletGtR
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 98
key:255
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 on 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”
Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the gods
Fading 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
And 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 premonition’s unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
In despair of what’s 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