Sanoja: Opeth. To Bid You Farewell.

I am awaiting the sunrise
Gazing modestly through the coldest morning
Once it came you lied
Embracing us over autumn's proud tree tops

I stand motionless
In a parade of falling rain
Your voice I cannot hear
As I am falling again

Devotion eludes
And in sadness I lumber
In my own ashes
I am standing without a soul

She wept and whispered, "I know"

We walked into the night
Am I to bid you farewell?
Why can't you see that I try
When every tear I shed, is for you?