The Poet And The Pendulum
Nightwish - Dark Passion Play
I. "WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA"
Taking him to the white lands
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
a whore for the cold world
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
a whore for the cold world
My home was there 'n then
One with every smiling face
Thoughts from a severed head
Tell me once my heart goes right
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
a whore for the cold world
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
a whore for the cold world
Tuck me in beneath the blue
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
On the shore we sat and hoped
Whose guiding light chose you
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 three minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for."
Second 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
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
a whore for the cold world
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
a whore for the cold world
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
a pen and one thousand pages of erased text."
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love
You have such oceans within