Finally the hills are without eyes. They are tired of painting a dead man's face red with their own blood. — Nightwish Copy Share Image
A moment for the poet's play. Until there's nothing left to say. I wish for this night-time... — Nightwish Copy Share Image
They came for him one winter's night. Arrested, he was bound. They said there'd been a robbery, his pistol had been found. — Nightwish Copy Share Image
Each night within his prison cell, he looks out through the bars. He reads the letters that she wrote. One day he'll know the… — Nightwish Copy Share Image
I wish for this night-time to last for a lifetime. The darkness around me shores of a solar sea. — Nightwish Copy Share Image
They marched him to the station house, he waited for the dawn and as they led him to the dock, he knew that he'd… — Nightwish Copy Share Image
How blind can you be, don't you see? That the gambler lost all he does not have... Bye bye, beautiful — Nightwish Copy Share Image
Over the hills and far away, he swears he will return one day. Far from the mountains and the seas, back in her arms… — Nightwish Copy Share Image
They used to love having so much to lose. Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins. — Nightwish Copy Share Image
Sing once again with me our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. — Nightwish Copy Share Image
The sun is sleeping quietly once upon a century. Wistful oceans calm and red Ardent caresses laid to rest. — Nightwish Copy Share Image
Those who have seen your face. Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear. — Nightwish Copy Share Image
