Besedila: Nightwish. Once. Dead Gardens.

The story behind the painting I drew is already told
No more tear stains on the pages of my diary

Tired but unable to give up
Since I'm responsible for the lives I saved

The play is done
The curtain's down

All the tales are told
All the orchids gone
Lost in my own world
Now I care for dead gardens

My song is little worth anymore
Time to lay this weary pen aside

The play is done
The curtain's down

Where are the wolves, the underwater moon
The eleven path, the haven of youth
Lagoons of the starlit sea?

Have I felt enough for one man's deed
Or is it time to challenge the Ancient of Days
And let the virgin conceive?

All the tales are told
All the orchids gone

All the tales are told
All the orchids gone
Lost in my own world
Now I care for dead gardens