The Poet and the Pendulum
The Poet and the Pendulum
Nightwish
Composição: Tuomas Holopainen
I - White Lands Of Empathica
The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him.
Taking him to the white land of empathica of innocence
(...)
The dreamer and the white
Poet without a rhyme.
A widow writer, torn apart by chains of Hell
One last perfect verse,
Yet 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 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, the whore for the cold world
My home was there at last, these meadows of heaven
The venture filled days more with every smilling face
Please no more words
Those from the seventh hell
No more please tell me once my heart goes by
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 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, the whore for the cold world
II – Hope
Sparkle, a scenery
With childlike I fall
With beauty underneath
The end, I’m free
Tuck me in,
Beneath the blue
Beneath the great
Beneath the ray
One night reigns a dawn in time
See them, the light
On the shore he sat and hoped
Under the same belief
Blue sky shows you
Shows you more
III - The Pacific
"I'm afraid, so afraid Of being raped again and again and again
I know I will die alone, but loved
You live long enough to hear the sounds of calls
Long enough to find yourself screaming
And if you want live long enough to see your friends betray you
Years stripped under the altar
I just wish the tide would catch me first
And give me death
As I've always hoped for"
IV- Dark passion play
(Marco's solo part)
The morning dawn upon this altar
The race of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Screaming on his innocence 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, the 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, the whore for the cold world
Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world,
He stopped calling at the end of each peaceful day
the music he wrote, at the long pain, about silence
He was found, walking, dead with a smile in his face
And one thousand people were raised to the test
Save me
V- Mother & Father
They steal my son, your own
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 the love, bleed no more,
You have such oceans within
In the end I will always love you.
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Poet, não arranjei a tradução nem o video!!!
Se puderes, procura pelos meios não comuns!!!
Gostei do que li, deve dar um bom recado, ou letra de musica!!!
A musica em si, n sei qual será o trabalho final!
Abraxos
