Sonata Arctica - Broken - Live in Thessaloniki

4/11/23, Principal Club Theater
Lyrics:
I was raised from a broken seed
I grew up to be an unwanted weed
Ever faster, the night exceeds me
Little harder again to remember you
Held a torch for you when lightning struck me
Once again, hope I died for the last time
Only one I have a thing greater than you
Little light on the sky every night
Morning dew on the field, where I met you
I was frozen a year, couldn't get through
Got a sign, not a scar, on my shoulder
Yes, I'm not quite the man you take me for
Fell in love with the weakness within me
Tried to force me the ring and own me
Guess you find what you'd think would oblige me
Little version of me to consume you
I'd give my everything to you
Follow you through the garden of oblivion
If only I could tell you everything
The little things you'll never dare to ask me
Do you really know me? I might be a God
Show me you care and cry
How do you see me?
Can you see my blood when I'm bleeding?
How can you love this exile?
And how could I desire you
When my pain is my pain and yours is too?
On this dead winter's night
Darkness becomes this child
Bless this night with a tear
For I have none I fear
Seven lives of a man passed before me
Seven graves, one for every love I've had
Only once I have broken my so-called heart
Only one made me see why they cry
Will I learn how to be one of you someday?
Will I still feel the eyes that behold me?
Will I hear what you think when you see me?
Will it tear me apart if you feel for me?
I'd give my everything to you
Follow you through the garden of oblivion
If only I could tell you everything
The little things you'll never dare to ask me
Do you really know me? I might be a God
Show me you care and have a cry
How do you see me?
Can you see my blood when I'm bleeding?
How can you love this exile?
And how could I desire you
When my pain is my pain and yours is too?
On this dead winter's night
Darkness becomes this child
Bless this night with a tear
For I have none-
Little broken, always been, a part of you belongs to me
You were never mine to love
But this all has made it easy for me
Me, me, me, me
Burning feathers, not an angel
Heaven's closed, and Hell's sold out
So I walk on the Earth, behind the curtains
Hidden from everyone
Until I find a new life to ruin again
On this dead winter's night
Darkness becomes this child
Bless this night with a tear
For I have none I fear
On this dead winter's night
Darkness becomes this child
Bless this night with a tear
For I have none I fear
Written by Tony Kakko