Kuolema Tekee Taiteilijan
Nightwish
Death Makes an Artist
Only once did I get to see my dream
I didn't feel small beneath the stars
Once I had bars on my cradle
As a prisoner from there I write a letter
Chorus
My creator, to you,
Let me become that,
Why does my child think of me
In you the beauty of the world,
from which death made me an artist
My creator, to you,
Let me become that,
Why does my child think of me
I created my own heaven here
Let me get out
I created my own heaven here
Let me get out
