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Opeth lyrics

Album: My Arms, Your Hearse [1998]

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 01  Prologue
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Prologue
A morning in magenta, the petals fed from the dew. She held her breath for
a moment, to pause off the stream. Still clinging to vast, old memories.
And I would marvel at her beauty, playing through the rain. The coffin is
beautifully engraved. Stained by soil, symbols of death. All of which are
stared upon, with porcelain eyes it seems. Some spoke, and it was my turn
to go. In death entwined, I could not believe. But it hangs around my neck.
A soft breeze passed me by, somewhat warmer for a second. I knew it was the
coming of spring, thus our APRIL ETHEREAL. It was me, peering through the
looking-glass. Beyond the embrace of Christ. Like the secret face within
the tapestry. Like a bird of prey over the crest. And she was swathed in
sorrow, as if born within its mask. Her candlelight snuffed, the icon
smiled. Emptiness followed by her wake. I could clasp her in undying love.
Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine. She faced me in awe.
'twas a token of ebony colour. Embodied in faint vapour. Wandering through
April's fire. Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you. I will
endure, hide away. I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure. It is a
mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before. The rain was
waving goodbye, and when the night came the forest folded its branches
around me. Something passed by, and I went into a dream. She laughing and
weeping at once: "take me away". I don't know how or why, I'll never know
WHEN. Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the
jaded dawn who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still
the same as yesterday. This path seems endless, body is numb. The soul has
lost its flame. Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home. So
there I was. Within the sobriety of the immortals. A semblance of
supernatural winds passing through, The garden sighs, flowers die. The gate
was closed that day, but I was bound to carry on. She could not see me
through the windows. In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips. Graven face,
she said my name. Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour. The gilded
faces grin, aware of my final demise. And I cried, I knew she had lied. Her
obsession had died, it had died. When can I take you from this place? When
is the word but a sigh? When is death our lone beholder? When do we walk
the final steps? When can we scream instead of whisper? When is the new
beginning, the end of this sad MADRIGAL. Our abode 'mongst the stars is
waiting, long enough for our last breath of life. You stare at nothing,
right through me, at times resembling the Devil's concubine. And me, I am
the idol that would long to caress our eyes until they would open no more.
I would comfort you if I only could, but as we all know by now...I am just
thin air. Unaware as you are of my presence, you are losing yourself.
Hiding within THE AMEN CORNER. White summer. So far I have gone to see you
again. Hiding your face in the palm of your hands. Finding solace in the
words I do despise. You snatch at every sound. And even though you believe
that I am shackled within death, memories are tainted with paleness.
Crestfallen still. Those eyes...empty like a barren well. It was the only
task I would undertake. To reap the harvest that was mine. The seed that
had sprung into a florid meadow, and left me helpless in your embrace. The
bond we never spoke of, once stark and enticing, now slowly smoldering to
dust. The celestial touch, from grey to black. A fathomless void enclosing.
Unwritten secrets beneath the cobwebs. I can not endure. And so I rose from
my sleep. The moon turned away its face. Overture of the long, black night
begins...something you said: "Eerie circles upon the waters". Until now we
have shared the same aura. My ashes within your hands. My breath in the
sepulchral mound. You know that your night is my day. The final spark that
blew life into me, the DEMON OF THE FALL. Silent dance with death.
Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of Autumn. The blink of an eye, you
know it's me. You keep the dagger close at hand. And you saw nothing. False
love turned to pure hate. The wind cried a lamentation before merging with
the grey. Demon of the fall. Gasping for another breath. She rose,
screaming at closed doors. Seductive faint mist forging through the cracks
in the wall. I shant resist. In tears for all of eternity. She turned
around and faced me for the first time. Run away, run away. Just one
second, and I was left with nothing. Her fragrance still pulsating through
damp air. That day came to an end. And she had lost in me, her CREDENCE.
Deserted again. You speak to me through the shadows. Walking in closed
rooms, using cold words. Captured by the night. The yearning escapes from
my embrace. Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream your sadness.
And they all turned away, unable to face more of this death. Credence in my
word. Written in dust, tainted by memories. I confess my hope, recognize my
loneliness. Your laughter weeps the truth. Push me into corners. Confirming
the epitaph of my soul and displaying the once unknown KARMA. And as they
say, grief is only able to possess. The rotting body clad in ancient
clothes is left behind with a wave of the hand. I have gone away. The bed
is cold and empty. Trees bend their boughs toward the earth. And nighttime
birds float as black faces. It was the hand reaching out through the
mirror. Unknown and scarred by life...the luring eyes, you had never seen.
You have nothing more to find. You have nothing more to loose. The cold
season drifts over the land. They huddle in the brown corners. Some would
settle for less. The castles were all empty, asleep. Long awaiting their
king. Beckoning round the bend. Amidst the forest one would hear that I had
been there. Draped within a fate I could not change, and always welcoming
Winter's EPILOGUE. There it was. The final destiny. A sunrise that never
came, still the night lamp that never faded away. Farewell was the word,
and the afterglow was the brave morning. Rising and telling everyone about
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