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
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
Traduzione: Sonata Arctica. Land Of The Free.
Traduzione: Sonata Arctica. Land Of The Free (Live Version).
