The Boy Who Wanted To Be A Real Puppet de Sonata Arctica

So many years ago
Many more than I'd even care
To bear in my mind
From the darkest of all places
I found you

All the limbs in their right places
And a heart made of real gold
Sell me your little doll
Oh sir, I ask you kind

Every night I return to watch them
The master and the puppet in the show
He said, "Oh no I cannot sell him
Priceless he is, masterpiece of mine"

Please sell me your puppet, sir
Name your price, oh, please
Whatever you may ask
Tenfold the price I pay
"Did I not make it clear?
This debate is over
I will never part from this puppet my son"

With hungry eyes, I follow them all night
The blind master and the puppet he had made
"No sir, to sell is not my will!"
"The doll is mine even if I have to kill"

So it shall be if this is what it takes
"Greed is truly blinder than me"
"Heart of gold is what you wish for
So this little boy wants to be a puppet, for real"

So I have the golden heart
Now only needing the voice of the master
Never feel hunger, never grow older
My dream was to be a star in a real puppet show

It's so hard to remember my life
The times before the show
Can I ever cut off the strings?
"Take a bow, now dance and sing, sing!"
Would you turn me into a child again?
"No, never, I am your guide"
You can see a small grin on the face
Of the master when the puppet's in his place

Be careful of what you wish for
Wishes might come alive
The twines are pulling me every day and night
The show, the glitter and all the fame
I'd give it away for a life
Some things can end with a word, they say
This only ends with a sharp knife, knife!