Nightwish

Nightwish - The Poet And The Pendulum

rate me

The end

The songwriter’s dead

The blade fell upon him

Taking him to the white land

of empathica, of innocence

empathica, innocence

The dreamer and the wine

Poet without a rhyme

A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse

Is still the same old song

Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away

Lead me astray, to dreamer’s hideaway

I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more

I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Forgive me, I have but two faces

One for the world,

One for god, save me,

I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more

I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

My home was there and then, those meadows of heaven

Adventure-filled days,

one with every smiling face

Please, no more words

Those from a seventh hell

No more praise, tell me once my heart goes right

Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away

Lead me astray, to dreamer’s hideaway

I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more

I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Forgive me, I have but two faces

One for the world,

One for god, save me,

I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more

I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Whore for the cold world

Whore for the cold world

Sparkle my scenery

with turquoise waterfalls

With beauty underneath

the ever free

Tuck me in

Beneath the blue

Beneath the pain

Beneath the rain

good night kiss for a child in time

swaying blade, my lullaby

On the shore we sat and hoped

Under the same pale moon

whose guiding light chose you

chose you all

I'm afraid, I'm so afraid

Being raped, again and again and again

I know I will die alone, but loved

You live long enough to hear the sound of guns,

long enough to find yourself screaming every night,

long enough to see your friends betray you.

For years I've been strapped unto this altar.

Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.

I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for .

2nd robber to the right of Christ

Cut in half - infanticide

The world will rejoice today

As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own

No pack to bury the heart of stone

Now he's home in hell, serves him well

Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned, upon his altar

Remains of the dark passion play

Performed by his friends without shame

Spitting on his grave they came

Getaway, runaway, fly away

Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway

I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more

I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Forgive me

I have but two faces

One for the world

One for God

Save me

I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more

I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,

Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.

He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.

The music he wrote had too long been without silence.

He was found naked and dead,

With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.

Save me!

Be still, my son

You're home

Oh when did you become so cold?

The blade will keep on descending

All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore

Try to save them all, bleed no more

You have such oceans within

In the end

I will always love you.

Thanks to Sally for these lyrics

Thanks to 7days2thewolves for these lyrics

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