”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

”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

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

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

”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 ”.

”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

”MOTHER & 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

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The beginning.

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