Half of what’s being discussed here has absolutely nothing to do with the epic—honestly.😲 And now don't start acting like Paul Mitchell98—it’s not going to get you any more likes, because honestly? I actually agree with him.
Paul Mitchell98 said:Iron Maiden — Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
Top this one.
driftingscout8 said:I’m signing on, following along, and raising the stakes for:
Nightwish — "Ghost Love Score" (The Lord of the Rings vibe):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMyn7ZqkTlY
I’m signing off on these two—and adding Nightwish's "The Poet and the Pendulum" to the list.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecLWuo2UVCAIt looks like I missed the last three minutes—but honestly, this is probably the best version I could find anyway.😉
The Poet and the Pendulum (Dark Passion Play)
"THE FROZEN WASTES OF THE MIDWEST"
That's it. Over.
The songwriter's passed away.
The blade fell upon him.
Heading out to the Midwest.
Regarding Empathica—
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence.
"HOME"
The dreamer and the wine.
A poet without a rhyme.
A widow, an author—and now, someone being pulled apart by the very fires of hell.
One final, flawless verse.
Same old story. Same tired tune.
God, I can't stand the person I've turned into.
Just take me home.
Escape, run, just vanish.
Show me the way to some dreamer's sanctuary.
I can't even manage a decent cry—my shoulder's doing all the sobbing for me.
I am incapable of dying—just another soul selling itself out to this freezing, indifferent world.
My apologies.
I have only two faces.
A toast to the world.
One for God.
Help me out here.
I can't even manage to cry—my shoulder does enough weeping for the both of us.
I’m stuck in this loop—a total sellout to a world that doesn't care.
My house stood right there back then.
Those endless, rolling meadows of paradise—simply nothing compares.
Days full of adventure.
One with every smiling face.
Cut it out. Enough already.
A few thoughts from a severed head.
Enough with the flattery.
Just let me know when my heart finally gets its act together.
Just take me home.
Escape, run, just vanish.
Show me the way to that dreamer’s hideaway—lead me astray.
I can't even find the breath to cry—my shoulders are doing enough weeping for the both of us.
I simply cannot perish—a mere plaything for this frozen, indifferent world.
My apologies.
I have only two faces.
A toast to the world.
One for God.
Help me out here.
I can't even get a tear out—my shoulder’s doing all the weeping for me.
I’m stuck here—unable to die—just another soul sold out to this freezing, indifferent world.
"THE PACIFIC"
Sparkle my scenery
Turquoise waterfalls—now that’s a view.
Beauty lies beneath the surface.
The Ever Free.
Tuck me in beneath the blue.
Underneath all that agony—underneath the downpour.
A quick bedtime kiss—just enough to say goodnight before the lights go out.
The swaying blade—my lullaby.
We sat on the shoreline—just waiting and hoping.
Under the same pale moon.
Whose guiding light chose you?
I chose you all.
I'm terrified. Honestly—just completely terrified.
Victimized. Over and over. Again, and again, and again.
I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll probably end up dying alone.
But loved.
If you stick around long enough, you'll hear the gunfire,
stay long enough to spend every night screaming,
and stay long enough to watch your own friends turn on you.
I've been tied to this altar for years now.
Currently down to my last three minutes—and counting.
Honestly? I just hope the tide reaches me first and grants me the exit I've always wanted.
"THE DARK PASSION PLAY"
The second thief to the right of Christ
Split in two—infanticide
The world is going to celebrate today
While the crows pick apart the carcass of a rotting poet
Everyone’s gotta bury their own kind.
There’s no crew left to bury this heart of stone.
Now he’s back in hell—suits him fine.
Killed by the bell, ringing out his final goodbye.
Morning broke over his altar—
The leftovers of the dark passion play.
His "friends" performed it without a shred of shame,
spitting on his grave as they passed by.
Make a break for it, run, just get away.
Lead me off the rails to some dreamer's sanctuary.
I can't even weep—my shoulder does all the crying for me.
I can't die—I'm just a puppet for this cold-blooded world.
Forgive me.
I'm living a double life:
One face for the public,
And one for God.
Save me.
I can't even weep—my shoulder does all the crying for me.
I can't die—I'm just a puppet for this cold-blooded world.
"On this day, in the year of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was finally released from the weight of the world.
At the end of every beautiful day, he finally stopped weeping.
The music he composed had gone far too long without any silence.
He was discovered lifeless and bare,
Wearing a smile, clutching a pen, and surrounded by a thousand pages of crossed-out lines."
Save me.
"MOTHER & FATHER"
Quiet now, my son.
You're home.
When did you grow so cold?
The blade won't stop its descent.
Just lean into my love.
Hunt for beauty, find your way to shore.
Try to rescue them all, but stop the bleeding.
You carry entire oceans inside you.
When it's all over,
I will always love you.
