Twilight, candlelit walls
A strong crescendo
Highlight the lonely calls
From my piano
Melody, come to me
Sing your silent voice
Remedy my envy
Bring me one last choice
Why, why can't you bring me to find
To hear your sound
No wayfarer is blind
See my hands
Conducting a nightmare
The symphony of a tragedy
So great it devours me
These notes are just fantasy
Perpetual dream
Won't le go of me
I struggle to live
Without the notion of a sound
That could open my mind
Moonlight, make me conceive
A slow sonata
Midnight, the dead will grieve
To this dark cantata
The detestable dance to my score
They hear my cries
Your guidance I implore
See my hands
Constructing a nightmare
The symphony of a universe
So vast it devours me
These nights are just fantasy
Celestial being,
Help me to see
I struggle to live
Without the notion of a sound
That could open my mind
Solo: Mörck, magnunsson
Into a unending sorrow
A festival of horror
An orchestra of the undead
So bright my destiny was
Golden future
Inside shadows amass
Nocturnal rapture
Melody, come to me
Sing your silent voice
Remedy my envy
Bring me one last choice
Why can't you bring me to find
To hear your sound
No wayfarer is blind
See my hands
Conducting a nightmare
The beauty of a melody
Is all that inspires me
To write my last symphony
Perpetual dream
Never lets go of me
I struggle to live
Without the notion of a sound
That could(have) opened my mind
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