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The Poet And The Pendulum
Lyricist:Tuomas Lauri Holopainen
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 Thoughts from a severed head 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 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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 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 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
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
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 one thousand 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
The beginning
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