The Poet and the Pendulum (instrumental) Nightwish

I. "WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA"

The end

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

II. "HOME"

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

One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a 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