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
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
Превод: Соната Арцтица. Ланд оф Фрее.
Превод: Соната Арцтица. Земља слободних (Ливе Версион).
