Opeth - April Etheral

April Etheral

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 swathe d 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 wi 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 dont know how or why, I´ll never know When.