…Oh, setting Sun Thy red rays maketh me cry They remind me of the one Whose love awaits me in the sky A bridal bed awaits us both After the landscape of death I cross Before my sorrows I must die Nightwish I send…

…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…

…Who are you? Man condemned to shine a salvation Throughout the centuries Why? Was the wine of the grail Too sour for man to drink The carpenter Carved his anchor On the dying souls of mankind On the tomb of this…