The Power Of One 歌词

歌曲	The Power Of One
歌手	Sonata Arctica
专辑	Silence
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	“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 spawned the 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 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.
	The pain will remain.
	No power to gain.
	No! 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! (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 you're here for?
	To think that you are right
	To make sure it won't 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.
	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
	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, I'm truly blind This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."

	" 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 spawned the 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, cavein 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 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.
	The pain will remain.
	No power to gain.
	No! 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! 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 you' re here for?
	To think that you are right
	To make sure it won' t 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.
	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
	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, I' m truly blind This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."

	" 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 spawned the 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, cavein 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 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.
	The pain will remain.
	No power to gain.
	No! 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! 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 you' re here for?
	To think that you are right
	To make sure it won' t 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.
	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
	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, I' m truly blind This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."

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