Prologue
(专辑： My Arms, Your Hearse - 1998)
[Instrumental] 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 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.
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