The Power Of One (Sonata Arctica)

("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 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 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 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. 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 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. No one was born to be a servant etc. To leave and let 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 homes of the brave, In the homes of the land slaves, We are all the same I need to believe. There's 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 "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, I'm truly blind This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."