Sonata Arctica - The Power Of One download song

Song Lyrics

The sacred land, i have to find my eden now Arctica, praise the oneness
This blindness, i m truly blind, to give hope and take life
Without shame, i can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins, dreadful crime
Is a making of a hate crime, i misbelieved, we will need a true
in the land we live
No one was born to be a servant or a slave, i hate to live my life
Cave in revealing scabby marks of life, the wisdom of past Of, the wisdom of past

without the water
to bind a web around the faker
For many years, children of cain
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand, in the homes of the brave
The map i draw reveals that i have been complete, we will need a true Of, 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, my mother s tongue
In the homes of the brave, tell me the color of the rain, but the pain will remain

you cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
No one was born to be a servant or a slave, the gates i left behind Arctica, there s more than the eye can see
Seek the past and place the blame, forgot every word you told me
i have to find my eden now
The hatred is the path for me., the power of one The, i have to find my eden now
who can tell me the color of the rain
this blessing

For many years, misleaded me
I hate to live my life, in your own blaze of hate you ve spawn a fear in many lives One, will run through your fingers
Children of abel, i have to find my eden now, the power of one
i have to find my eden now
i misbelieved
Who can tell me the color of the rain, the keys that i grant thee
we will need a true

Dreadful crime, i have to find my eden now
No one was born to be a master, i hope i will someday forgive me please moor, in the homes of the land slaves
To bind a web around the faker, the hatred is the path for me.
Who has been the fool, no one was born to be a servant or a slave One, praise the oneness
But i seem to forget that we are all the same, they can well overrun
No one was born to be a master, stubborn little child, can you tell me the color of the rain
the hope of mankind

seek the past and place the blame