My Arms, Your Hearse Lyrics

My Arms, Your Hearse

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. 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 by 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 would outrun the
scythe, 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:
"take me away". I don't know how or why, I'll never know WHEN. 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 t