Interpret:

Sonata Arctica

Album:

Songs Of Silence (Live In Tokyo)

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..."