[ti:pro] [ar:opeth] [al:MAYH] [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]