[Part 1: White Sands 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

[Part 2: Home]

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widow writer torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse
It's still the same old song
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become

Take me home

[Chorus:]
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, a 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, a whore for this cold world

My home was there and 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

[Chorus]

[Part 3: 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 sounds of guns,
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
Live long enough to see your friends betray you.

For years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have three minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me
a death I always longed for."

[Part 4: 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

[Chorus]

"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

[Part 5: 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.

Finally the hills are without eyes
They are tired of painting a dead man's face red
With their own blood

They used to love having so much to lose
Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting

Bye bye, beautiful...

Jacob's ghost for the girl in white
Blindfold for the blinded
Siblings walking the dying earth

Noose around a choking heart
Eternity torn apart
So toll now the funeral bells

"No need to die to prove a lie”

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting

Bye bye, beautiful...

It’s not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I’ll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

...How blind can you be, don’t you see...
...that the gambler lost all he does not have...

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don’t you see?
You chose the long road but we’ll be waiting

Bye bye, beautiful
Bye bye, beautiful
bye bye, beautiful
Bye, bye, bye, bye.

 Baptized with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself

War between him and the day
With someone to blame
In the end little he can do alone
You believe at what you see
You recieve at what you give

There is the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
That chooses snow-white sorrow
There is the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

A path in the wandering eye
In this brief line of time
We reach for the one to ever dare
You believe at what you see
You recieve at what you give

There is the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
That chooses snow-white sorrow
There is the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

There is the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
That chooses snow-white sorrow
There is the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

Preaching, searching
for something untouched
Hearing voices of the never-fading howling

There is the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
That chooses snow-white sorrow
There is the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

There is the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
That chooses snow-white sorrow
There is the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak