"The Poet And The Pendulum (Demo)" as written by and Tuomas Lauri Johannes Holopainen....
The end

The songwriter?s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence

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

One last perfect verse
Yet 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, the 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 and then
These 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, the 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
Whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world

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, so afraid, of 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
And if you want
Live long enough to see your friends betray you
Years have I 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

Second robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infacticide
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 this 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, the 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
A whore for the cold world
A whore for the cold world

Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Thomas 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!

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 ocean's within
In the end
I will always love you

The beginning


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"The Poet and the Pendulum" as written by Tuomas Lauri Johannes Holopainen

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    General CommentThe real "spoken" is:

    "Would you like to rape my rotting carcass?
    Dissect my heart, and desecrate the rest
    It would make you cum, wouldn't it?

    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 three minutes and counting
    I just wish the tide would catch me first
    And give me the death I always longed for"
    Tuomason January 17, 2009   Link
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    General CommentAnd the other spoken year is 2007, not 2005.
    Tuomason January 17, 2009   Link
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    General CommentScream part:

    "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 him all
    Now he's home in hell serve's him well
    Slain by the bell tolling for his farewell!"
    Tuomason January 17, 2009   Link
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    General CommentSounds like eleven years to me rather than just years, there's definitely a word before years.
    Eleven years ago would have been the start of nightwish (or before considering it was his mood in 05) but that would imply that he's been struggling with Tarja since the beginning.
    Lindziiion January 17, 2009   Link

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