Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb

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^N.C."My father's land My mother's tongue Misleading me So shamelessly For many years I misbelieved The hatred is the path for me."

^DmFather I have ^Bbkilled many ^Amangels I ^Dmthink I will now ^Bbwalk to the ^Amsea I ^Dmhope I will some^Bbday forg^Amive me Please ^Dmmoor my empty ^Bbboat on a ^Cpier

I can ^Gmblame for the ^Bbblue blood that ^Dmruns in my ^Amveins But I ^Gmseem to for^Bbget that we are all the ^D9same

[Begin Theme] C Dm Bb Am Dm Bb Am Dm Bb Am Dm Bb C Bb C Bb C [Verse 1]

^DmIn 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 ^Gm You cannot h^Ebeal the feeling ^Gmburning deep ins^Ebide your spine ^Gm You now coll^Ebapse, cave in re^Gmvealing scabby m^Ebarks of life

[Chorus]

^Cm Mother I’ve ^Bbseen too much, I ^Ebhate to live my ^Ablife ^Cm Forgot every ^Bbword you told me, s^Ebtubborn little ^Abchild, (angel of your life) ^Cm I have to fi^Bbnd my Eden no^Ebw, the gates I l^Gmeft behind ^AbBut the pain will remain No p^Fower to gain

[Verse 1]

^Dm Now I have t^Bbime to dwell on, ^Dmself awareness, ^Bbdreadful crime ^Dm I saw the co^Bblors too bright, ^Dmnot knowing that ^BbI was blind ^Gm I slayed a m^Eban who took a ch^Gmance and drank the for^Ebbidden wine ^Gm The map I d^Ebraw reveals that ^GmI have been complete^Eb, machine, in t^Cmeam

[Chorus]

Father I’ve ^Bbseen too much, I ^Ebhate to live my ^Ablife ^Cm Forgot every ^Bbword you told me, s^Ebtubborn little ^Abchild, (angel of your life) ^Cm I have to fi^Bbnd my Eden no^Ebw, the gates I l^Gmeft behind ^AbBut the pain will remain No p^Fower to gain, no

[Interlude 1] Dm Bb Dm Bb Gm Eb Gm Eb Dm Bb [Bridge]

Mother where’^Dms your ^Bbson When has this beg^Gmun? ^Eb Who has been the f^Gmool? ^Eb

^CmNo one was ^Ebborn to be a ^Gmservant or a ^Dmslave Who can ^Cmtell me the ^Ebcolor of the ^F9rain? In the w^Cmorld that we ^Eblive in, the ^Gmthings said and ^Dmdone They ^Cmcan well ove^Ebrrun

The power of one [Guitar solo] Gm Bb Dm Am

^Gm[Key^Bbboar^Cd Solo] Gm Bb Dm Am Gm Bb

[Verse 3]

^CmNo one was ^Ebborn to be a ^Gmservant or a ^Dmslave Who can ^Cmtell me the ^Ebcolor of the ^Frain? In the w^Cmorld that we ^Eblive in, the ^Gmthings said and ^Dmdone They ^Cmcan well ove^Ebrrun The power of o^Gmne

To l^Five and let ^Bbdie To g^Cmive hope and ^Ebtake life Is t^Cmhat what you’re ^Dbhere for?

Bb Ab Gm Fm

To t^Ebhink that you're r^Abight To ^Bbmmake sure it w^Dbon’t fly Is a ^Bbmmaking of a ^Bhate crime

B Fm F# Gm

In the h^Fomes of the b^Bbrave In the h^Cmomes of the la^Ebnd slaves ^CmWe are all^Db the same

Bb Ab Gm Fm

I n^Ebeed to bel^Abieve There’s ^Bbmmore than the eye c^Dban see All c^Bbmolors of ^Brainbow

B Fm F# [Bridge] Tempo: 4/4, 3/4 Dm C

^Dmx2 ^C Tempo: 4/4 Dm C ^Dmx2 ^C

Tempo: 4/4, 3/4 Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C Am Tempo: 4/4 [Solo] Am F Dm Am F Dm E Am F Dm Am F Dm E [Outro]

^Am No one was born to be a s^Dmlave Seek the ^Bbpast and place the ^Amblame Tell me the ^Fcolor of the r^Dmain No one was ^Bbborn to be a ^Ammaster

In the l^Fand we live, we ^Dmdie Praise the o^Bbneness, praise the l^Amie To bind a w^Feb around the fa^Dmker We will ne^Bbed a true rain^Ammaker

No one^F was born to be a s^Dmlave Seek t^Bbhe past and place the ^Amblame Tell m^Fe the color of the ^Dmrain No on^Bbe was born to be a ^Ammaster

In the^F land we live, we ^Dmdie Praise t^Bbhe oneness, praise the ^Amlie To bi^Fnd a web around the f^Dmaker We wi^Bbll need a true rain^Ammaker

[Outro] F Dm

^Bb(fa^Amde out, speaking the lyrics below) “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…”

Sonata Arctica - The power of one