Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

My Arms, Your Hearse

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 in 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 April's fire 
Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you 
I will endure, hide away 
I will outrun the sky, 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, said: take me away 
I don't know how or why and I'll never know When