Nightwish - Erämaan Viimeinen English Cover (Dark Passion Play)
Lyrics:
The last tree fell asleep
I wandered through the woods
Let my thoughts breathe the air as I'm treading under
Mother moon in the sky
Tucking every child in
With a blanket of snow-white sugar frosting
Is this death or a dream
Have I wandered to a time
When the embers had yielded to the snowflakes underneath
Small footprints on the path
Where I stepped into the world
Marked a trail to the past when the forest beamed with life
Then the first snow fell again
And again primed the canvas of my soul
Grand is the beauty my hillside kindergarten
Look once again as a child grown running home
Echo my longings bygone memories
Dawn soon must break while the night tells its story
Catching the beauty in my isolation
Run to the hill for a soul still yearning
Rock the grave of my cradle where I'll take my last rest
One more time for the last of the wilds
Where has the princess gone
Little witches of the marsh
Who'd laugh from the shadow of every rustling tree
In the garden of the hills
In the everlasting snow
Sow a seed it will bloom when laughter has returned
Then the first snow fell again
And again primed the canvas of my soul
Grand is the beauty my hillside kindergarten
Look once again as a child grown running home
Echo my longings bygone memories
Dawn soon must break while the night tells its story
Catching the beauty in my isolation
Run to the hill for a soul still yearning
Rock the grave of my cradle where I'll take my last rest
One more time for the last of the wilds
Grand is the beauty my hillside kindergarten
Look once again as a child grown running home
Echo my longings bygone memories
Dawn soon must break while the night tells its story
Catching the beauty in my isolation
Run to the hill for a soul still yearning
Rock the grave of my cradle where I'll take my last rest
One last time for the last of the wilds
Grand is the beauty my hillside kindergarten
Look once again as a child grown running home
Echo my longings bygone memories
Dawn soon must break while the night tells its story
Catching the beauty in my isolation
Run to the hill for a soul still yearning
Rock the grave of my cradle where I'll take my last rest
Once more for the last of the wilds
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12 май 2024
