| Song | The poet and the pendulum - Made In Hong Kong - Live |
| Artist | Nightwish |
| Album | Made In Hong Kong (And In Various Other Places) |
| ”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 | |
| ”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 | |
| My home was there `n then | |
| Those meadows of heaven | |
| Adventure-filled days | |
| One with every smiling face | |
| Please, no more words | |
| Thoughts from a severed head | |
| No more praise | |
| Tell me once my heart goes right | |
| 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 | |
| ”THE PACIFIC” | |
| Sparkle my scenery | |
| With turquoise waterfall | |
| With beauty underneath | |
| The Ever Free | |
| Tuck me in beneath the blue | |
| Beneath the pain, beneath the rain | |
| Goodnight kiss for a child in time | |
| Swaying blade my lullaby | |
| On the shore we sat and hoped | |
| Under the same pale moon | |
| Whose guiding light chose you | |
| Chose you all | |
| ” I`m afraid. I`m so afraid. | |
| Being raped again, and again, and again | |
| I know I will die alone. | |
| But loved. | |
| You live long enough to hear the sound of guns, | |
| long enough to find yourself screaming every night, | |
| long enough to see your friends betray you. | |
| For years I`ve been strapped unto this altar. | |
| Now I only have 3 minutes and counting. | |
| I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always | |
| longed for ”. | |
| ”DARK PASSION PLAY” | |
| 2nd robber to the right of Christ | |
| Cut in half - infanticide | |
| The world will rejoice today | |
| As the crows feast on the rotting poet | |
| Everyone must bury their own | |
| No pack to bury the heart of stone | |
| Now he`s home in hell, serves him well | |
| Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell | |
| The morning dawned, upon his altar | |
| Remains of the dark passion play | |
| Performed by his friends without shame | |
| Spitting on his grave as they came | |
| 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 | |
| Today, in the year of our Lord 2005, | |
| Tuomas was called from the cares of the world. | |
| He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day. | |
| The music he wrote had too long been without silence. | |
| He was found naked and dead, | |
| With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.” | |
| Save me | |
| ”MOTHER & FATHER” | |
| Be still, my son | |
| You`re home | |
| Oh when did you become so cold? | |
| The blade will keep on descending | |
| All you need is to feel my love | |
| Search for beauty, find your shore | |
| Try to save them all, bleed no more | |
| You have such oceans within | |
| In the end | |
| I will always love you | |
| The beginning. |
| " 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 | |
| " 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 | |
| My home was there n then | |
| Those meadows of heaven | |
| Adventurefilled days | |
| One with every smiling face | |
| Please, no more words | |
| Thoughts from a severed head | |
| No more praise | |
| Tell me once my heart goes right | |
| 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 | |
| " THE PACIFIC" | |
| Sparkle my scenery | |
| With turquoise waterfall | |
| With beauty underneath | |
| The Ever Free | |
| Tuck me in beneath the blue | |
| Beneath the pain, beneath the rain | |
| Goodnight kiss for a child in time | |
| Swaying blade my lullaby | |
| On the shore we sat and hoped | |
| Under the same pale moon | |
| Whose guiding light chose you | |
| Chose you all | |
| " I m afraid. I m so afraid. | |
| Being raped again, and again, and again | |
| I know I will die alone. | |
| But loved. | |
| You live long enough to hear the sound of guns, | |
| long enough to find yourself screaming every night, | |
| long enough to see your friends betray you. | |
| For years I ve been strapped unto this altar. | |
| Now I only have 3 minutes and counting. | |
| I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always | |
| longed for ". | |
| " DARK PASSION PLAY" | |
| 2nd robber to the right of Christ | |
| Cut in half infanticide | |
| The world will rejoice today | |
| As the crows feast on the rotting poet | |
| Everyone must bury their own | |
| No pack to bury the heart of stone | |
| Now he s home in hell, serves him well | |
| Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell | |
| The morning dawned, upon his altar | |
| Remains of the dark passion play | |
| Performed by his friends without shame | |
| Spitting on his grave as they came | |
| 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 | |
| Today, in the year of our Lord 2005, | |
| Tuomas was called from the cares of the world. | |
| He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day. | |
| The music he wrote had too long been without silence. | |
| He was found naked and dead, | |
| With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text." | |
| Save me | |
| " MOTHER FATHER" | |
| Be still, my son | |
| You re home | |
| Oh when did you become so cold? | |
| The blade will keep on descending | |
| All you need is to feel my love | |
| Search for beauty, find your shore | |
| Try to save them all, bleed no more | |
| You have such oceans within | |
| In the end | |
| I will always love you | |
| The beginning. |