Letra de 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 me..."

Father i have killed many angels,
i think,
i will now walk in the sea.
I hope you 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.

(Instrumental)

In your own blaze of hate you´ve spawn a fear in many lifes,
you´ve taken action thinking it was all said on the sings,
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!

(Instrumental)

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 on, the lies said and done,
they can well overrun
the power of one.

(Guitar solo)

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 on, the lies 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 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.

(Organ+guitar solo)

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. (note Rainmaker: who brings wealths)

"Children of Abel, children of Cain,
can live in harmony, without shame,
the keys that i grant thee, the sacret 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..."