1. EVA (DEMO VERSION)

6:30 winter morn
Snow keeps falling, silent dawn
A rose by any other name
Eva leaves her Swanbrook home
A kindest heart which always made
Me ashamed of my own
She walks alone but not without her name

Eva flies away
Dreams the world far away
In this cruel children's game
There's no friend to call her name
Eva sails away
Dreams the world far away
The Good in her will be my sunflower field

Mocked by man to depths of shame
Little girl with life ahead
For a memory of one kind word
She would stay among the beasts
Time for one more daring dream
Before her escape, edenbeam
We kill with her own loving heart

Eva flies away
Dreams the world far away
In this cruel children's game
There's no friend to call her name
Eva sails away
Dreams the world far away
The Good in her will be my sunflower field


2. REACH (DEMO VERSION)

Baptised with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself

War between him and the day
Need someone to blame
In the end, little he can do alone

You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give

Reach
For hand-held heart through life
For the dancer to arrive
Reach
And catch me before I fall

Apart from the wandering pack
In this brief flight of time we reach
For the ones, whoever dare

You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give

Reach
For hand-held heart through life

For the dancer to arrive
Reach
And catch me before I fall

Reach
For a friend whoever cares
For someone whoever dares
Reach
To catch me when I fall

Reaching for the doubting one by heart
Hearing voices of the
Catch the one who's falling

Reach
For hand-held heart through life
For the dancer to arrive
Reach
And catch me before I fall

Reach
For a friend whoever cares
For someone whoever dares
Reach
To catch me when I fall


3. WHILE YOUR LIPS ARE STILL RED (B-SIDE)

Sweet little words made for silence
Not so young, heartfelt love not heartache
Dark hair fall, catch in the wind
Light the way, the sight of a cold world

Kiss,
While your lips are still red
While he's still in silent rest
While bosom is still untouched
Unveiled on another hair
While the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes back
Compassion, its power's never a wasted wrong
The violin, the poet's hand
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss,
While your lips are still red
While he's still in silent rest
While bosom is still untouched
Unveiled on another hair
While the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

Kiss,
While your lips are still red
While he's still in silent rest
While bosom is still untouched
Unveiled on another hair
While the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn


4. THE ESCAPIST (B-SIDE)

Who's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children

Virgin snow beneath my feet
Painting the world in white
I tread the way
Gonna lose myself into a tale

Come hell or high water
My search will go on
Play boy
Voyage without an end

The nightingale in a golden cage
That's me locked inside reality's maze
Can't someone make my heavy heart light?
Come undone
Bring me back to life

A nightingale in a golden cage
That's me locked inside reality's maze
Can't someone make my heavy heart light?
It all starts with a lullaby

Journey homeward bound
The sound of a dolphin calling
Tearing off the mask of man
The tower
My soul guide

This is who I am
Escapist
Paradise Seeker
Farewell, time to fly
Out of sight
Out of time
Away from our lives

The nightingale in a golden cage
The nightingale in a golden cage
That's me locked inside reality's maze
Can't someone make my heavy heart light?
Come undone
Bring me back to life

A nightingale in a golden cage
That's me locked inside reality's maze
Can't someone make my heavy heart light?
It all starts with a lullaby


5. THE POET AND THE PENDULUM (DEMO VERSION)

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

Sparkle my scenery (On the shore we sat and hoped)
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all

”Would you like to rape my rotting carcass?
Dissect my heart.
And dislocate my wrist
It would make you come, wouldn't it?

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 eleven 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 a worm
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 2007,
Tuomas was called from the cares of this 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.

Mother & Father

Be still, my son
You are 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.


6. BYE BYE BEAUTIFUL (DJ ORKIDEA REMIX)

(Instrumental)


7. MEADOWS OF HEAVEN (ORCHESTRAL VERSION)

(Instrumental)


8. AMARANTH (ORCHESTRAL VERSION)

(Instrumental)


9. THE ESCAPIST (INSTRUMENTAL VERSION)

(Instrumental)