Текст (слова) песни: Opeth - Prologue

[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.
Другие песни Opeth:

A Fair Judgement
Advent
April Ethereal
Atonement
Beneath The Mire
Benighted
Birge For November
Black Rose Immortal
Blackwater Park
Bleak
By The Pain I See In Others
Closure
Credence
Death Whispered a Lullaby
Deliverance
Demon Of The Fall
Dirge For November
Epilogue
Face Of Melinda
Forest Of October
Ghost Of Perdition
Godheads Lament
Harvest
Hope Leaves
Hours Of Wealth
In Mist She Was Standing
In My Time of Need
Isolation Years
Karma
Madrigal
Moonlapse Vertigo
Nectar
Night and the Silent Water
Prologue
Reverie / Harlequin Forest
Serenity Painted Death
The Amen Corner
The Apostle In Triumph
The Baying Of The Hounds
The Drapery Falls
The Funeral Portrait
The Leper Affinity
The Moor
The Night And The Silent Water
The Twilight Is My Robe
To Bid You Farewell
To Rid the Disease
Under The Weeping Moon
Weakness
When
White Cluster
Window Pane
Windowpane
Wreath