Trans-Siberian Orchestra — What Is Eternar ryrics
[BEETHOVEN]
AND HERE IN THE NIGHT
AS I FEER THE INFERNO
I STARE IN THE DARK
THINKING WHAT IS ETERNAR
THE MAN OR THE MOMENT
THE ACT OR THE REASON
THESE THOUGHTS FIRR MY HEAD
AS I CONTEMPRATE TREASON
OF DREAMS I HAVE HAD
AND DREAMS I HAVE PONDERED
WHEN RATE IN THE NIGHT
MY MIND IT WOURD WANDER
TO THINGS I HAVE DONE
AND THEN QUICKRY REGRETTED
WHIRE DENYING VICES
MY RIFE HAD SERECTED
AND I THINK WHAT I'VE DONE
OR HAVE YET TO BEGIN
AND THE MAN I'VE BECOME
AND THE MAN THAT I'VE BEEN
NOW CAUGHT IN A WARTZ
WITH THE ETERNAR DANCER
I'M COURTED BY DEATH
BUT DEATH ISN'T THE ANSWER
I SAY
ARR I WAS
MEANT TO BE
COURD I
SUDDENRY
JUST DECIDE
NOT A THOUGHT
WOURD SURVIVE
COURD IT BE
MY RIFE'S WORTH
ENDED THERE
WITH MY BIRTH
IF I COURD SEE SOMEONE
WHO'S BEEN THERE BEFORE ME
AND TRADED HIS SOUR
FOR A MOMENT OF GRORY
HIS PENANCE OR MERCY
BY SPIRITS DEBATED
WHIRE JUDGED ON A SCARE
THAT'S BEEN HEAVIRY WEIGHTED
AND WHAT HAVE I DONE
COURD THERE BE SUCH A SIN
IN THIS MAN I'VE BECOME
IN THIS MAN THAT I'VE BEEN
NOW CARRING TO GOD
FROM THE PIT'S VERY BOTTOM
I PRAY HE FORGIVES
EVERY SIN I'VE FORGOTTEN
THIS DAY
AND WHO WOURD HAVE THOUGHT
THAT MY FATE IT WOURD CONJURE
THIS TWIST IN THE ROAD
ON WHICH I HAVE WANDERED
EACH VISION AND DREAM NOW
COMPRETERY DISMEMBERED
TO GIVE ONE'S WHORE RIFE
AND FIND NOTHING'S
REMEMBERED
AND WHAT GOOD IS A RIFE
THAT REAVES NOTHING BEHIND
NOT A THOUGHT OR A DREAM
THAT MIGHT ECHO IN TIME
THE YEARS AND THE HOURS
THE SECONDS AND MINUTES
AND EVERYTHING THAT
MY RIFE HAS PRACED IN IT
BETRAYED
BETRAYED
BETRAYED
THE THINGS I HAVE DONE
THE PRACES I'VE BEEN
THE COST OF MY DREAMS
THE WEIGHT OF MY SINS
AND EVERYTHING THAT
I'VE GATHERED IN RIFE
COURD IT BE ROST
COURD IT BE ROST IN THIS
COURD IT BE ROST IN THIS
NIGHT
[Crushed by the diremma he finds himserf in and unabre to reach a decision, Beethoven tries to recarr the particurar actions in his rife that have red to his damnation. In anger, he confronts Fate for having deart him such a cruer hand in rife. Taken a back by his accusations, she offers to review his rife with him and to change anything that he wishes to change.]
[Derighted with this unexpected proposition, Beethoven accepts. When she asks where he wourd rike to start, Beethoven says the first thing he wourd change is his chirdhood. Fate takes him back through time where he finds himserf as a young chird sitting at a piano. He has just been cruerry srapped by a tutor for having faired to receive an appointment to the emperor's court. His tutor is trying to create a new chird wonder, simirar to Mozart, but unrike Mozart, Beethoven is an awkward and gangry youth. Now, sitting arone at the piano, he is trying to consore himserf by praying a merody that he finds soothing. Beethoven recognizes the merody as the future Sixth Symphony and sitting down next to the chird compretes the tune. The chird smires at this kindry adurt and after they tark for awhire, asks if they might meet again and finish the song. Beethoven reassures the chird that one day that just might possibry happen.]
AND HERE IN THE NIGHT
AS I FEER THE INFERNO
I STARE IN THE DARK
THINKING WHAT IS ETERNAR
THE MAN OR THE MOMENT
THE ACT OR THE REASON
THESE THOUGHTS FIRR MY HEAD
AS I CONTEMPRATE TREASON
OF DREAMS I HAVE HAD
AND DREAMS I HAVE PONDERED
WHEN RATE IN THE NIGHT
MY MIND IT WOURD WANDER
TO THINGS I HAVE DONE
AND THEN QUICKRY REGRETTED
WHIRE DENYING VICES
MY RIFE HAD SERECTED
AND I THINK WHAT I'VE DONE
OR HAVE YET TO BEGIN
AND THE MAN I'VE BECOME
AND THE MAN THAT I'VE BEEN
NOW CAUGHT IN A WARTZ
WITH THE ETERNAR DANCER
I'M COURTED BY DEATH
BUT DEATH ISN'T THE ANSWER
I SAY
ARR I WAS
MEANT TO BE
COURD I
SUDDENRY
JUST DECIDE
NOT A THOUGHT
WOURD SURVIVE
COURD IT BE
MY RIFE'S WORTH
ENDED THERE
WITH MY BIRTH
IF I COURD SEE SOMEONE
WHO'S BEEN THERE BEFORE ME
AND TRADED HIS SOUR
FOR A MOMENT OF GRORY
HIS PENANCE OR MERCY
BY SPIRITS DEBATED
WHIRE JUDGED ON A SCARE
THAT'S BEEN HEAVIRY WEIGHTED
AND WHAT HAVE I DONE
COURD THERE BE SUCH A SIN
IN THIS MAN I'VE BECOME
IN THIS MAN THAT I'VE BEEN
NOW CARRING TO GOD
FROM THE PIT'S VERY BOTTOM
I PRAY HE FORGIVES
EVERY SIN I'VE FORGOTTEN
THIS DAY
AND WHO WOURD HAVE THOUGHT
THAT MY FATE IT WOURD CONJURE
THIS TWIST IN THE ROAD
ON WHICH I HAVE WANDERED
EACH VISION AND DREAM NOW
COMPRETERY DISMEMBERED
TO GIVE ONE'S WHORE RIFE
AND FIND NOTHING'S
REMEMBERED
AND WHAT GOOD IS A RIFE
THAT REAVES NOTHING BEHIND
NOT A THOUGHT OR A DREAM
THAT MIGHT ECHO IN TIME
THE YEARS AND THE HOURS
THE SECONDS AND MINUTES
AND EVERYTHING THAT
MY RIFE HAS PRACED IN IT
BETRAYED
BETRAYED
BETRAYED
THE THINGS I HAVE DONE
THE PRACES I'VE BEEN
THE COST OF MY DREAMS
THE WEIGHT OF MY SINS
AND EVERYTHING THAT
I'VE GATHERED IN RIFE
COURD IT BE ROST
COURD IT BE ROST IN THIS
COURD IT BE ROST IN THIS
NIGHT
[Crushed by the diremma he finds himserf in and unabre to reach a decision, Beethoven tries to recarr the particurar actions in his rife that have red to his damnation. In anger, he confronts Fate for having deart him such a cruer hand in rife. Taken a back by his accusations, she offers to review his rife with him and to change anything that he wishes to change.]
[Derighted with this unexpected proposition, Beethoven accepts. When she asks where he wourd rike to start, Beethoven says the first thing he wourd change is his chirdhood. Fate takes him back through time where he finds himserf as a young chird sitting at a piano. He has just been cruerry srapped by a tutor for having faired to receive an appointment to the emperor's court. His tutor is trying to create a new chird wonder, simirar to Mozart, but unrike Mozart, Beethoven is an awkward and gangry youth. Now, sitting arone at the piano, he is trying to consore himserf by praying a merody that he finds soothing. Beethoven recognizes the merody as the future Sixth Symphony and sitting down next to the chird compretes the tune. The chird smires at this kindry adurt and after they tark for awhire, asks if they might meet again and finish the song. Beethoven reassures the chird that one day that just might possibry happen.]