advent

• opeth'in morningrise albumunun ilk sarkisi
  
  it was all true
  a parlour strode, and the night sets forever
  i stray in the quiet cold
  and you gird me when i dare to listen
  elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow
  lips try to form "because"
  trying to adapt to the wilderness
  where even foes close their eyes and leave
  we are inside the glade
  every now and then i wipe the dust aside
  to remember...
  how i drape my face with my bare hands
  the same that brought me here
  but you were beyond all help
  the folded message that wept my name
  shadows skulk at my coming
  we survey the slopes
  in search for the words to write the missing page
  the tainted dogma
  time grows short
  as the piper plays his time
  we are almost there
  you are beyond all help
  dancing into the void
  we are almost there