作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen

The nightingale is still locked in the cage

The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs

An old oak sheltering me from the blue

Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my heart

She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts

Of mermaids' of Whitman's and the rude

Raving harlequins' gigantic toys

A song of me a song in need

Of a courageous symphony

A verse of me a verse in need

Of a pure-heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still

In silent suffering

Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end

What is left for encore

Is the same old dead boy's song

Sung in silence

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods

A princess and a panther by my side

These are Territories I live for

I'd still give mt everything to love you more

A song of me a song in need

Of a courageous symphony

A verse of me a verse in need

Of a pure-heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still

In silent suffering

Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end

What is left for encore

Is the same old dead boy's song

Sung in silence

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A silent symphony

A hollow opus #1'2'3

Sometimes the sky is piano black

Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes' verse of bore

Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black

Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

I see a slow' simple youngster by a busy street'

with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.

Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.

I do' but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic

It's half-light and he's in tears.

When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.

All pride has left his wild injured eyes.

I wish I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son' smiles to him through the bars.

She's never loved him more.

An obese girl enters an elevator with me.

All dressed up fancy' a green butterfly on her neck.

Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.

She's going to dinner alone.

That makes her even more beautiful.

I see a model's face on a brick wall.

A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.

A city that worships flesh.

The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering

man telling his story

It was you' the grass under my bare feet

The campfire in the dead of night

The heavenly black of sky and sea

It was us

Roaming the rainy roads' combing the guilded beaches

Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn

Bathing in places no-one's seen before

Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island

Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are' swinging in the breath of nature

In early air of the dawn of life

A sight to silence the heavens

I want to travel where life travels'

following its permanent lead

Where the air tastes like snow music

Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden

I would pass no man' no stranger' no tragedy or rapture

I would bathe in a world of sensation

Love' goodness and simplicity

（While violated and imprisoned by technology）

The thought of my family's graves was the only moment

I used to experience true love

That love remains infintie'

as I'll never be the man my father is

How can you "just be yourself"

when you don't know who you are?

Stop saying "I know how you feel"

How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am I to judge a priest' beggar'

whore' politician' wrongdoer?

I am' you are' all of them already

Dear child' stop working' go play

Forget every rule

There's no fear in a dream

Is there a village inside this snowflake?

a child aske me

What's the colour of our lullaby?

I've never bbeen so close to truth as then

I touched its silver lining

Death is the winner in any war

Nothing noble in dying for your religion

For your country

For ideology' for faith

For another man' yes

Paper is dead without words

Ink idle without a poem

All the world dead without stories

Without love and disarming beauty

Careless realism costs souls

Ever seen the Lord smile?

All he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?

Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?

Oh' how rotten your pre-apocalypse is

All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and wonder

If man will never change

I' too' wish to be a decent manboy but all I am

Is smoke and mirrors

Still given everything' may I be deserving

And there forever remains the change from G to Em

Nightwish - Song Of Myself