Opeth Prologue Letras:
A morning in magenta, the petals fed from the dew.
She held her breath for a moment, to pause off the
stream. Still clinging to vast, old memories. And
I would marvel at her beauty, playing through the
rain. The coffin is beautifully engraved. Stained
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by soil, symbols of death. All of which are stared
upon, with porcelain eyes it seems. Some spoke,
and it was my turn to go. In death entwined, I
could not believe. But it hangs around my neck. A
soft breeze passed me by, somewhat warmer for a
second. I knew it was the coming of spring, thus
our APRIL ETHEREAL.
Letras: Prologue Opeth [final]