Letra de The Weave - 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 mindscapes

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, anchors aweigh

Tenth spring, sirens knitting mindscapes

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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