Lletres:
Sonata Arctica Land Of The Free

From the shadows of the stars Comes a man with no face, soul of million scars An evil count, the end of days He knows our ways and Takes full advantage

Traducció: Sonata Arctica. Land Of The Free.

hard [solo] When you wake up, was it a dream All the sick paradoxes all around the world In the mean time, Count, he leaves From the land of the free

hard [solo] When you wake up, was it a dream All the sick paradoxes all around the world In the mean time, Count, he leaves From the land of the free