When - Opeth

Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog

The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before

This day wept on my shoulders

Still the same as yesterday

This path seems endless, body is numb

The soul has lost its flame

Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home

So there I was

Within the sobriety of the immortals

A semblance of supernatural winds passing through

The garden sighs, flowers die

The gate was closed that day, but I was bound to carry on

She could not see me through the windows

In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips

Graven face, she said my name

Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour

The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise

And I cried, I knew she had lied

Her obsession had died, it had died

When can I take you from this place?

When is the word but a sigh?

When is death our lone beholder?

When do we walk the final steps?

When can we scream instead of whisper?

When is the new beginning

The end of this sad MADRIGAL