Blackwater Park
Opeth Lyrics


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Confessor
Of the tragedies in man
Lurking in the core of us all
The last dying call for the everlost
Brief encounters, bleeding pain

Lepers coiled ‘neath the trees
Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
Perversions bloom round the bend
Seekers, lost in their quest
Ghost of friends frolic under the waning moon

It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease

Infecting the roots in an instant
Burning crop of disease
I am just a spectator
An advocate documenting the loss
Fluttering with conceit
This doesn't concern me yet
Still far from the knell
Taunting their bereavement

Mob round the dead
Point fingers at the details
Probing vomits for more
Caught in unbridled suspense

We have all lost it now
Catching the flakes of dismay
Born the travesty of man
Regular pulse midst pandemonium
You're plucked to the mass
Parched with thirst for the wicked





Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
The sun sets forever over Blackwater park

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Opeth's song Blackwater Park are dark and deeply introspective, exploring the themes of death and tragedy that are inherent in human existence. The song begins with the invocation of the "confessor," who represents the tragedies and conflicts within people that are hidden deep within themselves. This is followed by a description of dying men, lepers, and seekers who are lost in their own quests. The imagery of ghosts frolicking under the waning moon adds to the eerie and foreboding nature of the song.


The second part of the song brings in the idea of death as a sovereign reaper who wields his instruments with ease, infecting the roots of life with an instant crop of disease. The singer of the song, who claims to be just a spectator, documents the loss without any emotional involvement, highlighting the conceit that arises from being disconnected from the tragedies that are unfolding. The song then describes a mob that gathers around the dead, pointing fingers and searching for more gruesome details, caught in unbridled suspense.


The song ends with a poignant declaration that we have all lost something vital, catching the flakes of dismay as regular chaos ensues. The lyrics end with a grim statement about the sun setting forever over Blackwater Park, indicating that there is no hope left in this desolate landscape. Together, the lyrics of Blackwater Park explore the complexities of human existence and the inevitable tragedy that comes with it.


Line by Line Meaning

Confessor
The one who tells the tragedies of mankind.


Of the tragedies in man
The tragedies that are present in humans.


Lurking in the core of us all
Those tragedies are present at the very heart of us.


The last dying call for the everlost
The final message for those who are already lost.


Brief encounters, bleeding pain
Painful, short-lived experiences.


Lepers coiled ‘neath the trees
People suffering from disease and neglect lying under the trees.


Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
Men slowly dying and talking to themselves in confusion.


Perversions bloom round the bend
Distorted things flourishing around the corner.


Seekers, lost in their quest
People who are searching but don't know what they're searching for.


Ghost of friends frolic under the waning moon
The spirits of friends are celebrating under the fading moonlight.


It is the year of death
This is the time when many are dying.


Wielding his instruments
Causing death with deadly tools.


Stealth sovereign reaper
The unseen ruler of death.


Touching us with ease
Killing us without difficulty.


Infecting the roots in an instant
The disease is spreading quickly and deeply.


Burning crop of disease
The illness is destroying everything in its path.


I am just a spectator
I'm not part of this tragedy; I'm just watching.


An advocate documenting the loss
I'm observing and recording the terrible losses.


Fluttering with conceit
Feeling proud and arrogant.


This doesn't concern me yet
I'm not affected by this yet.


Still far from the knell
Not close to death yet.


Taunting their bereavement
Mocking the grief and sadness of others.


Mob round the dead
Crowd gathered around the deceased.


Point fingers at the details
Blaming specific details for the death.


Probing vomits for more
Trying to find more evidence of what happened.


Caught in unbridled suspense
Feeling anxious and uncertain.


We have all lost it now
We all lost something in this tragedy.


Catching the flakes of dismay
Experiencing the initial shock of the loss.


Born the travesty of man
Humanity's tragedy is unfolding.


Regular pulse midst pandemonium
Despite the chaos, there is still some sense of order.


You're plucked to the mass
Being forced to be part of a larger group.


Parched with thirst for the wicked
Desperately wanting some sort of revenge or justice.


Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
Unhealthy relationships led to this tragic event.


The sun sets forever over Blackwater park
This terrible event will have a lasting impact on the area.




Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MIKAEL LARS AKERFELDT, SVEN PETER MALCOLM LINDGREN

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@ManateeMentality

This song. So many amazing riffs. Just so many. It’s incredible.
0:07 Riff 1
1:15 Riff 2 !!!
1:59 Riff 3 !!!
5:14 Riff 4 !!!
6:02 Riff 5
6:36 Riff 6
6:58 Riff 7 !!!
7:21 Riff 6 (again)
7:44 Riff 8
8:07 Riff 9
9:15 Riff 8 (again)
9:43 Riff 10 !!!
10:57 Riff 11



@diegonazquiroz1537

Confessor
Of the tragedies in man
Lurking in the core of us all
The last dying call for the everlost
Brief encounters, bleeding pain

Lepers coiled ‘neath the trees
Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
Perversions bloom round the bend
Seekers, lost in their quest
Ghost of friends frolic under the waning moon

It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease

Infecting the roots in an instant
Burning crop of disease
I am just a spectator
An advocate documenting the loss
Fluttering with conceit
This doesn't concern me yet
Still far from the knell
Taunting their bereavement

Mob round the dead
Point fingers at the details
Probing vomits for more
Caught in unbridled suspense

We have all lost it now
Catching the flakes of dismay
Born the travesty of man
Regular pulse midst pandemonium
You're plucked to the mass
Parched with thirst for the wicked

Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
The sun sets forever over Blackwater park



All comments from YouTube:

@gaborkrausz5402

I really like the riff between 0:06 and 12:13

@laoude7890

yeah, the first 5 seconds really sucks.

@drewpeterson9236

@@laoude7890 Even the first 5 seconds are amazing. That buildup gives chills

@gaborkrausz5402

@@drewpeterson9236 Ye

@frowningJoker

That's like...the whole song man

@dallasdavis5765

@@frowningJoker name checks out

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@francismcalister7811

I feel this song alone has more good riffs than many metal bands' entire discographies

@powerslop7941

Hi, I really like Dream Theater oh hey there's a crevice........

@mattherbert6668

You didn't just compare opeth to dream theatre.......🤦 Open your ears, absolutely nothing like each other. They have long songs that's about it. Both are fucking awesome though don't get me wrong but I'd suggest a delve into opeths back catalogue if that's honestly what you think.

@powerslop7941

I was referring to Dream Theaters discography more than anything.

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