bir sonata arctica parcasi.
“my father’s land, my mother’s tongue
misleading 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 to the sea.
i hope i 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 youve spawned the fear in many lives
youve taken action thinking it was all said on the signs.
you cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside this mind
you now collapse, cave-in revealing scabby marks of life
mother ive 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 ive 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.
the pain will remain.
no power to gain. no!
mother wheres your son.
when has this begun?
who has been the fool?
no one was born to be a servant or a slave.
who can 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!
(solo guitar)
no one was born to be a servant or 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 live and let die
to give hope and take life
is that what youre here for?
to think that you are right
to make sure it wont fly
is the making of a hate crime
in the lands of the brave,
in the homes of the land slaves,
we are all the same
i need to believe.
theres more than 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
"children of abel, children of cain
can live in harmony, without 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 now when i leave you, im truly blind
this blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind...
the power of one
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