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Sonata Arctica - Letras

Sonata Arctica - Letras

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8th Commandment
All those lies suit you. They are custom made to driveyou out of reality. Lies are true for you. You know, whatyou do is reaching a point of insanity.When you wake from your dream you know what is true?Ring of bell inside your head is playing with your mindRemember to pray, and what the Bible says and you willlive thru eternity You haven't hear of this?There is something you missed - it will cost you so heavily.You must sleep in the stinking bed that you have madeWhen you're down where you belong hear what they say.Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you arebound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyestell a lie and the liar must always die.When you're done with him, you know where you havebeen, He will treat us all equally.Can you feel the fire burningYou must sleep in the stinking bed that you have made.When you're down where you belong hear what they say.Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you arebound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyestell a lie and the liar must die.
Abandoned, Pleased, Brainwashed, Exploited
Wake up my child, hope is here.With the vengeance, we have no time to bleed.My only world filled with fear.I never saw the sower of the seed.Where is the world we had. Who can ever save you and your little lives.A child guides a child guided child.A child is never guilty. But you should not run free...The grave is open, let us pray without remorse.Empty the cradle with fire for them once again.Why not look through your fingers what they've done.Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone....Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done.Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream.You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe.If only we could wake up soon and scream.Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited, madness has a reason.Throw money at the problem and it will remain.Your life has no value for them, "violate me and this never ends.My children will then hate you too."The grave is open, let us pray without remorse.Empty the cradle with fire for them once again, tonight.Why not look through your fingers what they've done.Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone....Now, when it seems that we have nothing to believe in.Maybe we should be waiting for the rock to come.For our children soon have nothing they should learn.The grave is open, let us pray without remorse.Empty the cradle with fire for them once again.Why not look through your fingers what they've done.Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone....Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done.Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream.You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe.
 
If only we could wake up soon and scream.Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done.Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream.You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe.If only we could wake up soon and scream.
Ain’t Your Fairytale
The ones who seek justice,Will pray for it all their lives...They can and they will skin us all one day...oh, can you hear their cries.As far as the men can run from us we're following the trail of bloodSo hunt, my young ones...I have always known the storm would come...Listen now my young ones...This is not a story I tellof midnight, moon and sun...Are you ready to walk the forbidden road?Learn again what we tried to forget?The dark can now take over youWe had a common past, an ancient bondThat people once brokeWe would only take what we need,They would harvest our weak,But they hunted us allWe ended the last of theme,thus far ten lifetimes agoIn hopes of healing the sore, But the war still went onPreying for the moonHiding for the dayThise might be our last timesI ain't gonna see you taken awayHeading for the dawnof our way of lifeYou're welcome to give it your best try...Look me in the eyes oh wolvesThis ain't your fairy tale...It took us many years to teach themHow to cry wolf We made the people serve the purposeThose ignorant fools... my young ones!Teachs the ones below you something you have learnedAnd learn from the ones above you Fear is your deepest wisdomFor these last day...Preying for the moonHiding for the dayThise might be our last timesI ain't gonna see you taken awayHeading for the dawnof our way of lifeYou're welcome to give it your best try...Look me in the eyes oh wolvesThis ain't your fairy tale...The ones who seek justice,Will pray for it all their lives...They can and they will skin us all one day...oh, can you hear their cries.As far as the men can run from us we're following the trail of bloodSo hunt, my young ones,the pack they have always feared is back.On your last day, remember, we never die
 
death does not exist for usThe don't fear the wolf, but the wild withinNo glory to the way this must endThis is a story I toldUnfolding before youPreying for the moonHiding for the dayThise might be our last timesI ain't gonna see you taken awayHeading for the dawnof our way of lifeYou're welcome to give it your best try...Look me in the eyes oh wolvesThis ain't your fairy tale...The ones who seek justice,Will pray for it all their lives...They can and they will skin us all one day...oh, can you hear their cries.As far as the men can run from us we're following the trail of bloodSo hunt, my young ones,the pack they have always feared is back
Black Sheep
In love with the maiden, The flower of winter Lowbrow children, in grove of the inlandHow many times heart's gone thru the grinder wherever you look there's a painful reminder Singing a love song, words of a stranger The howling miller, never to face her Temple of the evil, Temple of the weakno one knows how bad he feelsLate-night innuendo, tempetation of the key"Live with the Blacksheep, live with me"Insanity, blessing for those born to hate youBurned by the embers of love, it is so cruelHowling the night, for sun of the midnightServing the people, condemned you in the eternal nightof the lost song, words of the stranger The howling miller, never to face her [chorus]
Blank File
It is your new best friend, new eye in your private denAnd you can find the world inside it every dayThey know what you did today, hear everything you sayAnd when they send you mail,they know where you will go sometime next dayThey know your life, they have a file about youThey built your life, so they...Know what you like and know what you yearnbut they don't know a thing about meI'm not that easy, I'm blank file in their memoryCaught in the web again, inside your private denWhere you can go to moonor meet some people you will never seeYou are a file in there, money in an open fair You're a slave among the slaves, waiting for Y2K with a fear They know your life, they have a file about you

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