The Poet And The Pendulum by Nightwish
The Poet And The Pendulum lyrics
The Poet And The Pendulum
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 widow 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, the 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, the 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
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 this 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 this cold world
Whore for this cold world
Whore for this 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 blades 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 sounds of guns
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
And if you want
Long enough to see your friends betray you
For years have I 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
IV.” DARK PASSION PLAY”
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 is home in Hell-serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for His farewell
The morning dawn 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 this 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 this 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 and Father”
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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