[ Ecouter ce morceau ]
[ Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog ]
- Titre : The Poet And The Pendulum
- Album : Dark Passion Play
- Année : 2007
Paroles :
« In the end, I will always love you... »
[†] - 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... Empathica, Innocence... The dreamer and the wine, Poet without a rhyme. A widow writer, torn apart by chains of Hell. One last perfect verse, But 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.
[††] – 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 is like shows you. Shows you more...
[†††] - 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...
[†‡] - Dark passion play
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 was found, walking, dead with a smile in his face. And one thousand people were raised to the test. Save me !
[‡] - 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.
