Sonata Arctica - To Create a Warlike Feel lyrics

They've decided to own the world
Tonight, create the standard
Now roll the reel ambush the poor
Take what they have to create a warlike feel
(turn the page)

One vision, resolution, friends and allies
Easy come the golden moments, our lifestyle
Depends on your children, we're doomed if

The war is over, all is lost
Down the drain, keep fingers crossed
Hope the World forgets or the World forgives
Charm their minds and hearts, once more
For me use the time in the public eye
"How we love you so"
Now people, you should know, who's your foe
Who's your friend, your enemy? The Enemy!

"Yes, you are needed, so badly wanted
If we wish to live in
Peace, we need to fight
It demands a sacrifice"
New blood is gathered, donations needed
Every day, one soul away
From your fulfillment, the necessity

Unplug the damaged toys, all amputated souls
For everything is over for them, we cannot
Use a man, who's lost a hand
The education paid in full, as planned

Did you hear, they say
The ground they walk's always
Been holier than mine
- Oiling the wheels with fire
The only, the righteous, the
Privileged ones, the law
And the almighty power
- Burning the fields for one flower a:
What was black is now blue
Nothing much is really new
On the eve of Hell on Earth
You walk the reddish snow
A chain of command lacks the
Balls to right the wrong, you proclaim
They always only change the cadency
The song remains the same b:
Kaikkivoipaiselta it'sevaltiaalta avaimet
Elämään kahlehdimme ainoamme oikeudesta
Turvaan pysyvään
Itsevaltiaamme ääni korvissamme
Lainan lunastamme
Äideillemme muiston marmoriin
You made our babies go where
No parent can follow
The song remains the same "For die we must"
Our heirs say drowning in
Sorrow forever left hollow

The bullets you created, shall
Be used against you, by the people
All the things you buried will
Be excavated and re-animated
Fear the future, fear the creed
We all can see what's been concealed
Together we stand alone behind the lines
With our bare bones

One, two, three, four, what the
Hell're we fighting for, now
Five, six, six, six, lucky seven
Stripmine your private road to hell

Had we known how this ends
In our defeat i wonder
Would we still have given you all
The children you would ever need

Always washed their minds, clean and white
Like papers you have signed
And people, a single mind, you feed the beast
Thus create a warlike feel