[instrumental] [A morning in magenta, The petals fed from the dew She held her breath for a moment To pause off the stream Still cling to vast, old memories And I would marvel at her beauty Playing through the rain The coffin is beautifully engraved Standing by soul, 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.]
(written by Mikeal Akerfeldt)
[00:01.37](the sound of rain...) [00:05.07] [00:08.09][instrumental] [00:10.34][A morning in magenta, [00:12.46]The petals fed from the dew [00:15.20]She held her breath for a moment [00:17.21]To pause off the stream [00:19.25]Still cling to vast, old memories [00:21.57]And I would marvel at her beauty [00:23.59]Playing through the rain [00:25.53]The coffin is beautifully engraved [00:27.59]Standing by soul, symbols of death [00:29.50]All of which are stared upon [00:31.46]With porcelain eyes it seems [00:33.28]Some spoke, and it was my turn to go [00:35.57]In death entwined, I could not believe [00:37.65]But it hangs around my neck [00:39.68]A soft breeze passed me by [00:42.28]Somewhat warmer for a second [00:44.50]I knew it was the coming of spring [00:47.46]Thus our April ethereal.] [00:50.57] [00:53.06](written by Mikeal Akerfeldt) [00:55.90]
