Sonata Arctica The Power of One

( My father s land, My mother s tongue Misleading me, So shamelessly For many years, I misbelieved The hatred is the path for 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, selfawareness, dreadful crime. I saw c