…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…

…my scars And let this nakedness be my birth Macrocosm poured its powers on me And the hopes of this world I now must leave The nightwish I sent you centuries ago Has been heard by those Who dwelled in a woe The distance…

…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…