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A B C D E F G H
I J K L M N O P
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A B C D E F G H
I J K L M N O P
Q R S T U V W X
Y Z ...



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Stargazers

Nightwish



A grand oasis in the vastness of gloom 
Child of dew-spangled cobweb, Mother to the Moon 
Constellations beholders of the 3rd vagrant 
Theater for the play of life 

Tragedienne of heavens 
Watching the eyes of the night 
Sailing the virgin oceans 
A Planetride for Mother and Child 

Floating upon the quiet hydrogen lakes 
In this ambrosial merrry-go-round they will gaze 
Ephemeral life touched by a billion-year-show 
Separating the poet from the woe 

(Repeat chorus) 

Oracle of the Delfian Domine 
Witness of Adam's frailty 
Seer of the master prophecy 
The stellar world her betrothed 

Wanderers in cosmic caravan 
Universal bond - The Starborn 

A son in search for the truth 
Following the pages of Almagest 
Discovering the origin of dreams 
Stargazers ride through the ancient realms 

(Repeat chorus) 

. . . 

Gethsemane 

Toll no bell for me, Father 
But let this cup of suffering pass from me 
Send me no shepherd to heal my world 
But the Angel - the dream foretold 
Prayed more than thrice for You to see 
The wolf of loneliness in me 
...not my own will but Yours be done... 

You wake up, where's the tomb? 
Will Easter come, enter my room? 
The lord weeps with me 
But my tears fall for you 

Another beauty 
Loved by a Beast 
Another tale of infinitely dreams 
Your eyes they were my paradise 
Your smile made my sun rise 

Forgive me, for I don't know what I gain 
Alone in this garden of pain 
Enchantment has but one truth: 
I weep to have what I fear to lose 

(Repeat chorus) 

"Iknew you never before 
I see you never more 
But the love, the pain, the hope, O beautifull one 
Have made you mine, 'till all my years are done" 

Without you 
The poetry within me is dead 

"You tell me, my love; It's not love if it's not forever. But let me tell 
you; A Scene could brmuch more to remember than the play itself." 

With Wishes for you, in June '98 
. . .