The poet and the pendulum lyrics

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The poet and the pendulum

[Part 1: 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...

[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!

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!

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.

[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

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

"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.

Submitted by MincheKamikazi on Tue, 03/08/2010 - 14:34
Please help to translate "The poet and the pendulum"
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