Woorden: April Ethereal. Advent. Epilogue.

You leave when the day comes
The morning dew bids you goodbye
The forest silently soughs when you sails
Even if she perishes you won't see
Her beautiful, deceitful face
It will never happen again
My cry comes from your coffin
Loud painful and dirty
Stained by the stream of her tears
Falling on me like rain
You will never see it again
You will never see her again

That day the universe died
Through the infinity of those years
Conducted by death
Today you worship her
She thrust the Saviour down
She buried dreams
She killed him then
She destroyed everyone today

The sun was reaching the zenith
When he couldn't return
The forest wind grew silent, rain ceased
Tears frozen on her lips
Dead silent lapsed
Announcing what comes
Hearing on the top
Her silent cry at dawn