Nightwish

Love's strength standeth in love's sacrifice.

It's not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

First day of love never comes back,
A passionate hour's never a wasted one.
The violin, the poet's hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care.

You are my path, my home, my star,
A beautiful tale within the tale.
And when the dust needs to move on,
I will tuck us in on a bed of snow,
Painting white, silencing the valley we built,
Together we'll sleep devoured by life.

Don't give me love, don't give me faith
Wisdom nor pride, give innocence instead
Don't give me love, I've had my share
Beauty nor rest, give me truth instead

I don't want to die a scarless man.

Sweet little words made for silence,
Not talk.
Young heart for love,
Not heartache.
Dark hair for catching the wind,
Not to veil the sight of a cold world.
Kiss while your lips are still red,
While he`s still silent.

Old loves they die hard,
Old lies they die harder.

Denying the lying
A million children fighting
For lives in strife
For hope beyond the horison

A dead world
A dark path
Not even crossroads to
choose from
All the bloodred
Carpets before me
Behold this fair creation of God!