Poet And The Pendulum Lyrics - Dark Passion Play - Nightwish

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 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 

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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 

My home was there 'n then 

Those meadows of heaven 

Adventure-filled days 

One with every smiling face 

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Please, no more words 

Thoughts from a severed head 

No more praise 

Tell me once my heart goes right 

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 

Whore for the cold world 

Whore for the 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 blade 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 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 3 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" 

2nd 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 

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 

"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.