10Th Man Down (Live) - Nightwish

Today I killed, he was just a boy Eight before him, I knew them all In the fields a dying oath: I'd kill them all to save my own Cut me free, bleed with me, oh no One by one we will fall down down Pull the plug, end the pain Run and fight for life Hold on tight, this ain't my fight Deliver me from this war It's not for me it's because of you Devil's instant my eternity Obey to kill to save yourself Cut me free, bleed with me, oh no One by one we will fall down down Pull the plug, end the pain Run and fight for life Hold on tight, this ain't my fight "I envy the 9 lives that gave me hell My path made up by their torn bodies Man to man, soldier to soldier, dust to dust Call me a coward but I can't take it anymore" They wait for me back home They live with eyes turned away They were the first ones to see They are the last ones to bleed "The ultimate high as all beautiful dies A ruler's tool, priest's excuse, tyrant's delight... I alone, the great white hunter I'll march till the dawn brings me rest 10th patriot at the gallow's pole!" Cut me free, bleed with me, oh no One by one we will fall down down Pull the plug, end the pain Run and fight for life Hold on tight, this ain't my... Cut me free, bleed with me, oh no One by one we will fall down down Pull the plug, end the pain Run and fight for life Hold on tight, this ain't my fight

Gustavson Feeling the sag of mind, feeling The conscious ignorance, knowing. What. How. Tell me how. What is there to do. Even so. Hands won't hold if I Trust them with my weight. So. Then again, my feet are not close enough to my heart. I am. Sorrowful man. But it's not often I'm able to cry. Should I forget about that Mountain of Rejoycing or be Glad that there are eyelids to be watched, from time to time. Don't know. Truly, I don't understand. Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry. Could our partings be running too deep. Even for the merging dreams. Feel like it's all too much to bear. Where's the chance for smiles to happen; Unable. Don't even know What to hope and pray for. The final tangled junction of all dead ends . Of pain; Truth revealed. Mine. Finders seekers. Strength. Should I consider somebody Who's just not to be right for the feelings. I Don't know. Truly, I don't understand. Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry. Who will bring comfort. Who will stay, Near; who will bear my touch. No friend, no love; nowbody To understand: All in-vain thoughts Trying their best to satisfy The mind. But the vanity You take only when you're very weak... Very: Finished as they are, Feel I'm not weak; yet. Not yet. Or then, my weakness. May just pass unnoticed through my weakness. Don't know. Truly I don't understand. Can't feel sure that God will even hear the cries.

1.) Four Point Six Archaean horizon The first sunrise On a pristine Gaea Opus perfectum Somewhere there, us sleeping After sleeping through a hundred million centuries We have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet Sparkling with color, bountiful with life Within decades we must close our eyes again Isn't it a noble An enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun To work on understanding the universe And how we have come to wake up in it? 2.) Life The cosmic law of gravity Pulled the newborns around a fire A careless, cold infinity in every vast direction Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone She has a tale to tell From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast Enter LUCA The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth Ion channels welcoming the outside world To the stuff of stars Bedding the tree of a biological holy Enter life The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth We are here to care for the garden The wonder of birth Of every form most beautiful Every form most beautiful We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth 3.) The Toolmaker After a billion years The show is still here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the god of gaps Deep within the past Atavistic dread of the hunted Enter Ionia, the cradle of thought The architecture of understanding The human lust to feel so exceptional To rule the Earth Hunger for shiny rocks For giant mushroom clouds The will to do just as you'd be done by Enter history, the grand finale Enter Ratkind Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library We were here! We were here! We were here! We were here! 4.) The Understanding We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones Most people are never going to die Because they are never going to be born The potential people who could have been here in my place But who will in fact never see the light of day Outnumber the sand grains of Sahara Certainly those unborn ghosts include Greater poets than Keats Scientists greater than Newton We know this Because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA So massively exceeds the set of actual people In the teeth of these stupefying odds It is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here We privileged few Who won the lottery of birth against all odds How dare we whine at our inevitable return To that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? 5.) Sea-Worn Driftwood There is grandeur in this view of life With its several powers Having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one And that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on According to the fixed law of gravity From so simple a beginning Endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been And are being, evolved