Plague of Butterflies, Pt. II (Live in Helsinki)

I. Losing The Sunsets

Cold was the air that
the evening wind brought,
silent and so quiet were the woods
on the eve of that night.

Don't know why I
stayed there for so long.
So long that I could hear,
hear that voice.

The whisper we all avoid,
sound from within.
The quiet truth!

I felt my blood slowly turning cold,
turning cold from waiting.
Hours I spent there awaiting!

Hoping for someone to come,
to silent the voice that
felt like thunder.

Evael is the light, the white light.
In the chill of my world she's the one.
She brings the butterflies, pure light.

When ever she comes by
the darkness steps aside.

But I felt my blood turning cold,
hours I spent there awaiting.
Watching the light fading!

"You're losing the sunsets,
you'll never get them back.
The days you spend in loneliness
are seconds in shades of black."

Winter was cold,
but summer's even colder.
Nights have been longer,
they have made me much older.

"You're losing the sunsets,
you'll never get them back.
The days you spend in loneliness
are years in shades of black."

Years pass but time has stopped on me?
Morning always arises with vaster pain,
and then it is sunset again.

"We weep the winds for your loneliness,
of broken dreams for the love you had.
But now she walks forever lost in gray and woe.
She's not forgiven, she's the one for Winter to own!

Not yours, old man...
Never again!

She's the one
for Winter to own.
She's the one
for Winter to own.

She's the one!"

II. Plague Of Butterflies

Silent people walking by!

They are leaving again,
someone is leaving.
They don't seem to be well,
quiet death on their faces.

Buried a few of them today,
the children and the old by the road.
I could give them shelter
but they decide to go.

Village is empty.
Dead, cold, empty!

Only frozen bodies
greet my arrival.
Tortured by the plague,
a ghost town.

But her face I could not find,
I searched for her in the woods again.
I kept a light on my window
for anyone to come.

But when even the trail of
dead ended by the road,
I gave up waiting and hoping.

In this kingdom of my loneliness,
on this throne of my thoughts!

Maybe I'm the old one
sheltered by these woods,
and when I lay my body to rest
I watch the ballet of shadows.

Dancing through
the flame of a candle
taking me to sleep.

But the night trembled my heart,
for black wings moved upon me.

Hoping for my time to come,
I closed my eyes and took
a deep breath.

But like every night before
death did not come.

The wings they moved and danced
as a butterfly kept dancing,
dancing around my candle.

But why are you here
when Evael is lost still?
But why are you here
when Evael is lost still?

The morning came with its cold caress,
I curse your light for waking me again.
The candle burnt down and the burnt wings beside,
is this a sign of Evael, I arise.

I opened my window
painted by thick ice,
took a deep breath and whispered
her name in the air.

The freezing summer burned my lungs again
as I walked through the snow.
Looked deeper into the woods,
and the trees waved their heads in sorrow.

III. Evael 10:00

Cold, so cold is this air
that the night brought.
Silent, too quiet are the woods
in the eve of this night.

Once again I lit
the candle on my window
and waited for the sleep.

Evael, my dream has been so alive,
and this plague has cleansed this world for us.
So please release me now!

"Sink deeper to your loneliness
and you will lead her to your grave.
She's lost in gloomy light,
still trying to hold her flame.

You're losing the sunsets
and you'll never get them back.
This life you spend in loneliness
is forever in shades of black.

Wake up, old man,
and let it go."

Was it a weak sound on
my door that woke me up,
or the trees sheltering me
from the night?

I kept my eyes closed
but still felt the light,
and the room was filled
by butterflies.

I rose with my heart beating,
for the weak hope of the
midnight's hour I prayed,
and opened my door to
the Winter night.

And she fell,
she fell to my arms.
In tears I carried her
and laid her down to sleep.

Her eyes frozen from
the thousand nights.
Alone she trembled and whispered:

"I was lost in the woods
and the trees kept me away from you.
For I brought the plague with them,
with the butterflies."

Hush now and let it go,
close your eyes now
and we drift away.

Together away from the pain,
deep in this sheltering night
to a forgiving dream.

Until one minute past midnight,
the room was filled only
with butterflies.