IRC-Galleria

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...

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.

To live and let die
To give hope and take life
Is that what you're here for?

To think that you are right
To make sure it won't fly
It's 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

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

"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..."