Laulunsanoja:
Forgotten Tales Word Of Truth

we reach our final destination This is the great disaster Crawling from beneath Mournful, the final words are spoken Without life I must remain The truth

of how one used to be repressed by life's reality Face what's left behind a life of a different kind The truth, a thousand tales Twisted words, fantasies

from their objects: thus began priesthood; choosing forms of worship from poetic tales. And it length they pronounc'd that the gods had order'd such things. Thus men forgot

yet covered by the sea The memories of children playing And prayers that have been set free The ancient temples washed away foundations of belief No written word to tell the tale

to exist Pass on this forgotten Tradition in morals An heirloom of time Stands more ground than vice Speechless phrases of an exhausted tale Myth

journey through darkness and cold shall begin Forgotten paths in secrecy An ancient silver plate A garden of horror and fear Where the truth lies in

deem so Sacred bcome words devoid of meaning, When compared unto a faith that Preaches something worth believing. What is to become of us when Truth

from their objects: thus began priesthood; choosing forms of worship from poetic tales. And it length they pronounc'd that the gods had order'd such things. Thus men forgot

from their objects: thus began priesthood; choosing forms of worship from poetic tales. And it length they pronounc'd that the gods had order'd such things. Thus men forgot