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Nightwish - Yesterwynde - The Day Of…
Yesterwynde
01. Yesterwynde
02. An Ocean of Strange Islands
03. The Antikythera Mechanism
04. The Day Of…
05. Perfume of the Timeless
06. Sway
07. The Children of ’Ata
08. Something Whispered Follow Me
09. Spider Silk
10. Hiraeth
11. The Weave
12. Lanternlight
Take shelter, skies are humming
Armageddon, second coming
War of the worlds, the end of history

Take shelter, floods are rising
The wrath of thunderous drumming
End of days for mankind, and for your kin

Fill those empty moments, fear more
In this grave new world of '84
Fast death, last breath, A.I. to kill us all

Horse waste covering London
Martians among us, Y2K
Hoard, all aboard, the end is near

We are the ill-starred kids of your junkyard
The innocent islands unscarred
The moment of our nadir
So many times passed the due date
Too late, gather up
It's the day of

Purgatory, same old story
Cower before a caliphate glory
The big read of today will gallow you

Keep you small
Here's a million ropes for the hangman
Nightmare cavalcade for the sandman
Mind virus, fear of the well-known

Keep us safe (Keep us safe)
We are too many for our Mother
Crops will burn so why bother
A new strain sent you back into your cave

Obey, stay away, cover up
Fear the words, feeding humanity
Hide the unshot guns and the crippled dancing

We are the ill-starred kids of your junkyard
The innocent islands unscarred
The moment of our nadir
So many times passed the due date
Too late, gather up
It's the day of

It's a long road to a dreamworld
All the pain and suffering to feel for
It's there, but yours is an empty sermon

Made up the Sun rising
Made sense of Equus flying
Time for another fear made real

A need to feel dread, gloom, awe
A lust for never-ending doom porn
A man-shaped evil walks among us

Obey, stay away, cover up
Fear the words, the feed, feed the human beast
Hide the unshot guns, the end is fear

We are the ill-starred kids of your junkyard
The innocent islands unscarred
The moment of our nadir
So many times passed the—

We are the ill-starred kids of your junkyard
The innocent islands unscarred
The moment of our nadir
So many times passed the due date
Due date