Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

My Arms, Your Hearse

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