Tác giả: Tuomas Holopainen & Marco Hietala
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Nightwish
1. The wolves, my love, will come. Taking us home where dust once was a man. Is there life before a death? Do we long too much? (And never let in). Howl! Seven days to the wolves. Where will we be when they.
Tác giả: Marco Hietala
1. A crow flew to me, kept its distance. Such a proud creation. I saw its soul, envied its pride. But needed nothing it had. An owl came to me, old and wise. Pierced right through my youth. I learned its ways,
Tác giả: Marco Hietala & Tuomas Holopainen
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Nightwish
These stories given to us all. Are filled with sacrifice and robes of lust. Dissonant choirs and downcast eyes. Selfhood of a condescending ape. Behold the crown of a heavenly spy. Forged in blood of those who defy. Kiss.
Tác giả: Marco Hietala & Tuomas Holopainen
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Nightwish
1. Sweet little words made for silence. Not talk. Young heart for love. Not heartache. Dark hair for catching the wind. Not to veil the sight of a cold world. Kiss while your lips are still red. While he's.