Nightwish The Poet and the Pendulum, Madrid, 10, 09, 2016. HD

The songwriter s dead The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica, Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell One last perfect verse Yet still the same old song Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become Take me home