Originally performed by The Doors You know that it would be untrue; You know that I would be a liar; If I was to say to you; Girl, we couldn't get much
So many years I've been fading And closed the doors behind Pay that price if you lost it all The end is not the past recall Waiting for the enclosing
In the darkness I will shine Cast no shadows or define Walk on water, float on air There is no other to compare I have this fascination, no cause for
I will never sleep alone (never without you) Whatever you say to me I already know If I said something to you You would take those words There's so
======= (lyrics: E. Holopainen) (music: T. Koivusaari E. Holopainen) "The sound of thousand warriors The fields of thousand battles Still
Go, look at the moon And inspect the sun! Now they are in the sky Right in their old places Hail, moon, for gleeming Fair one for showing your face Dear
Go, look at the moon and inspect the sun! Now they are in the sky right in their old places Hail, moon, for gleaming Fair one for showing your face Dear
You live only for yourself Or send your soul to the heaven's grace Been weak as the autumn leaves Or strong as the growing seed Swallowed into the black
Feel the ground the mourning soil close your eyes and lay confront the passage of time eternity which you cannot betray barter away this haziness down
There's no existing misery that just fades away faint hearted mindless tracks through the wicked world the world of today and all the people wait too
=========== (lyrics: E. Holopainen) (music: E. Holopainen, T. Koivusaari & J. Rechberger) We sail across the sea, In our thoughts we float
Truly they lie, they talk utter noncense Who say that music reckon that one kantele Was fashioned by a god Out of a great pike's shoulders From a water
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense Who say that music reckon that the kantele Was fashioned by God Out of a great pike's shoulders From a water
Hey there, tiny wench My perpetual serf Put stew in a pot Bring water for the guest Before we part Before your neck is broken You strike first Son of
Old folk remember And those today learn How before their time Life was different here Without the sun people lived Groped about without the moon With
As a rot to rape the spring sown seed A plague sprang forth off his tracks Churns ran red when cows milked blood And famine cracked poor backs Who would
Slowly turns the key of time In the lock of promises broken In mute silence of my space I crouch under my yearning Under my yearning The works of my
I hear you hear your worthless speech unheard and sensational feeding my comprehension let me see beyond all additional show me something real something