The Poet And The Pendulum

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I. "WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA"

(The end)

The songwriter's dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica, of innocence
Empathica, innocence

II. "HOME"

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torned 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

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

My home was there 'n then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days, one with every smiling face
Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise, tell me once my heart goes right
Take me home

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
I, a whore for the cold world
I, a whore for the cold world

III. "THE PACIFIC"

Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free

Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight 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 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"

IV. "DARK PASSION PLAY"

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 as 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
I, a whore for the cold world
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)

V. "MOTHER

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

(The beginning)

Composição: Tuomas Holopainen · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Enviada por faiska, Traduzida por faiska, Legendado por deadboy e Naiad
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