Opeth : When | live
Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. <br />The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before. <br />This day wept on my shoulders. Still the same as yesterday. <br />This path seems endless, body is numb. <br />The soul has lost its flame. <br />Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home. <br />So there I was. Within the sobriety of the immortals. <br />A semblance of supernatural winds passing through, <br />The garden sighs, flowers die. <br />The gate was closed that day, but I was bound to carry on. <br />She could not see me through the windows. <br />In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips. <br />Graven face, she said my name. <br />Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour. <br />The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise. <br />And I cried, I knew she had lied. <br />Her obsession had died, it had died. <br />When can I take you from this place? <br />When is the word but a sigh? <br />When is death our lone beholder? <br />When do we walk the final steps? <br />When can we scream instead of whisper? <br />When is the new beginning, the end of this sad Madrigal <br /><br />-> <a class="link" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.opeth.com/">www.opeth.com/</a>