April Ethereal

Opeth · My Arms, Your Hearse [1998]

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 in 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 will outrun the sky, 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, said: take me away

I don't know how or why and I'll never know When