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Sonata Arctica - The Power of One lyrics
Narritive: ----------- "My father's land, my mothers tongue Mislead me, so shamelessly For many years I misbelieved The hatred is the path for me" Father I have killed many angels, I think I will now walk in the sea I hope you will someday forgive me Please moor my empty boat on a pier I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins But I seem to forget that we are all the same In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many lives You've taken action thinking it was all said on the signs You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine You now collapse, cave in revealing the scabby marks of life Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life) I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind But the pain will remain No power to gain Now I have time to dwell on self awareness, dreadful crime I saw the colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine The map I draw reveals that I have been complete , machine in team Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life) I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind But the pain will remain No power to gain Mother where's your son When has this begun? Who has been the fool? No one was born to be a servant of a slave Can you tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live on, the things said and done They can well overrun The power of one No one was born to be a servant of a slave Can you tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun The power of one To let live and die To give hope and take life Is that what you're here for? To think you are right To make sure it won't fly Is a making of a hate crime In the home of the brave In the homes of the land slaves, We are all same I need to belive There's more that the eye can see All colors of rainbow No one was born to be a slave Seek the past and place the blame Tell me the color of the rain No one was born to be a master In the land we live, we die Praise the oneness, praise the lie To bind a web around the faker We will need a true Rainmaker No one was born to be a slave Seek the past and place the blame Tell me the color of the rain No one was born to be a master ..... Narrative: ----------- "Children of Abel, Children of Cain Can now live in a harmony, without a shame The keys that I grant thee, The sacred land Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand Without the water, the wisdom of past Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast Thus when I leave you, I'm truly blind This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..." *at 11:33* ----------- "And I fucking touched the mic, hold on..." |
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