Some early Opeth. ~Thornchild Lyrics: 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 Aprils 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 dont know how or why, Ill never know WHEN. youtube/watch?v=xf8PJvUpjog
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 04:59:25 +0000
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