(Verse 1) In the oven's warm embrace, a dough begins to rise, Flour and yeast, the alchemy, a taste that satisfies. Kneading hands shape the dreams, a loaf of golden hue, A symphony of flavors, crafted just for you.

(Pre-Chorus) And as the yeast awakens, the bread begins to sing, A melody of sustenance, the joy that it will bring. Through time and patience, a masterpiece is born, A culinary opus, each slice a celestial form.

(Chorus) Bread of the night, a symphony divine, Nightwish's melody intertwined. Crunchy crust and tender core, Our hunger's answered, forevermore.

(Verse 2) From baguettes to sourdough, each one a work of art, Baking in the moonlight, the kneader's beating heart. The aroma fills the air, enchanting every sense, A bread symphony unfolding, a testament immense.

(Bridge) Rye and wheat, grains abound, in harmony they blend, A symphony of carbs, a delight that has no end. Nightwish's spirit lingers, in every fluffy bite, A ballad of the bakery, a song of pure delight.

(Chorus) Bread of the night, a symphony divine, Nightwish's melody intertwined. Crunchy crust and tender core, Our hunger's answered, forevermore.

(Outro) So let us break this bread, in Nightwish's name, A feast of harmony, our hunger they will tame. With bread and music, we'll share this joyful rhyme, Nightwish's legacy, immortalized through time.