Nightwish. The Poet And The Pendulum

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The songwriter’s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
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

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