Nightwish Lullaby

Sea of blood and pouring rain, never leave me out at sea again.
Lost in fears with no way out, the labyrinth of my tears have left me to doubt.
Being blood of rage born, staging a coupe where I become torn.
I need to know the man on the silver hill, though I may never know his will.
I want to be free of oceans red, but is that why I’ve been bred?