Nightwish

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.

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!

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.

Eva flies away,

Dreams the world far away.

In this cruel children's game

There's no friend to call her name.