The Weave Songtext
von Nightwish

Light

First cry, language of the unheard
Old ghosts dancing to a new birth
Knit from souls, vanished, long gone
Into one, a reaper′s sideshow

First step, open gates to homesteads
Last thought, innocent and unscathed
Tenth spring, sirens knitting mind-scapes
Passion of the young, anchors aweigh

He of myriad songs
Of a lifelong call
Cries its moment to the stars
Rips a withering heart
To fall apart
The unweaving has begun


The unweaving has begun
To fall apart
Rips a withering heart
Cries its moment to the stars
Of a lifelong call
He of myriad songs

The unweaving has begun

Passion of the young, oh, anchors aweigh
Tenth spring, sirens knitting mind-scapes
Last thought, innocent and unscathed
First step, open gates to homesteads

Into one, a reaper's sideshow
Knit from souls, vanished, long gone
Old ghosts dancing to a new birth
First cry, language of the unheard

Light!