Pan - Nightwish

Once there was a silent canvas

Sleeping stories unimagined

Birth of what if`s, hope and wonder

Winds will be named, words will shelter

Then, something wicked their way came

Showed a way to the Great Escape

Evoke the worlds, sparked the brain

An ape in awe before a door

To labyrinth

To Keystone Earth

To fallen stars

To there and back

We`re the writers

Of another way to be

We`re the writers

Of whatever we cry home

A moment alone

With unbeknown

Reset the world

Imagine home

A primal need

To touch the stars

Only way there

To enter

Imagine music, dance, illusion

Tales of Dust, of man in the moon

The Sea Lady, Snow, Glass, Apples

It is stories that built cathedrals

To lose yourself

To find who you are

Follow your tale, remember your name

Enter the woods

Tir na Nog

And bring back the Good

A pale blue theatre stage

A feast of beautiful tragedy, wonderful fantasy

The play is yours to write

Yours to live

Ready the night by a playwright