Poets of the Fall - My Dark Disquiet (Official Video)

Directed, shot, cut & grade by Miika Hakala / http://miikahakala.com Story by Marko Saaresto & Miika Hakala Graphics & sound design by Markus Captain Kaarlonen / http://markuskaarlonen.com Gaffer: Henri Ilanen / http://henri-ilanen.net Location manager & still photography: Tiia Öhman / http://tiiaohman.com Makeup by Iida Savimäki / http://facebook.com/IidaSavimakiMakeup Costume design by Kupla erikoisompelimo / http://facebook.com/kuplavintage Cast: Johanna Ruonala Katri Swan Light and grip gear: Studiovarustamo / studiovarustamo.fi Additional light and grip: G-Studio Special thanks to Konepajan Bruno / konepajanbruno.fi Enable Subtitles/CC for lyrics. ► Subscribe: http://smarturl.it/POTF.YouTubeSub ● Official Store: http://smarturl.it/POTF.OfficialStore ● Spotify: http://smarturl.it/POTF.Spotify ● iTunes: http://smarturl.it/POTF.iTunes ● Amazon: http://smarturl.it/POTF.Amazon ● Google Play: http://smarturl.it/POTF.GooglePlay Lyrics: Night, the world, it’s mine, with nobody else out here It’s time, run wild and royally cavalier To burn, ignite, I’d do it for so much less When all is made clear there is nothing else And here we stand, the sweet arresting duality And I come to, it’s resin all over me Will I awake, will I get a ride with you In this race of two We’re an endless stream of choices We’re the softest murmur of voices Without names we’re fantasising Dancing like flames, mesmerising My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies Making waves and diving under Lightning to the sound of thunder My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies So white, so still, so bright, it’s almost too painful now I’m ready to fight, to run from the light And here now comes the sweet corrupting reality While now I’m free, will I once cease to be Will I awake, will I get a ride with you In this race of two We are momentary masters We’re false kings and bastards Without names we’re fantasising… We are marionettes by strings animated Yet like lovers of strings liberated Without names we’re fantasising… Brothers by blood separated Marionettes animated Lovers of strings liberated