Oil - Candlemass

It begins with a whispering,

some words with no end.

The entrance with moonlit night.

Did I mention I faded through

a good ten miles?

Destroyer was making him

behind enemy lines.

Enemy lines.

Down by the river I washed up my bloody hands,

guided by voices and blinded by light.

Touched my halo, feel like I’m coming home,

I lay down my head and wait for the oil.

The oil.

I wait for the oil.

I wait for the oil.

I wait for the oil.

I wait for the oil.