This gem was hidden deep in my memory when it came back to my mind today to bring it here. As an unearthy mixture of two of my greatest passions, this piece is passion itself.
It is from a time when Nightwish played covers on their concerts for Tarja to rest. Marco was quite new and I didn’t really know what to think of this rough and uncouth mountain of a man. But after listening to this song I admired him for being capable of real passion and also for his unbelievable voice.
Please don’t make the mistake to try to compare this version to any of Pink Floyd’s. They are completely different and uncomparable. I love them both.
