The Weave Songtext
von Nightwish

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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 it's 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 it′s moment to the stars
Of a lifelong call
He of myriad songs

The unweaving has begun

Passion of the young, 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

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