Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by God
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog's hooked bones:
It was mouldered from sorrow
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by God
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog's hooked bones:
It was mouldered from sorrow
Its belly out of hard days
Its sound board from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And it pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
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Circle
Far From the Sun
Eclipse
Queen Of Time
Under The Red Cloud
The Beginning Of Times
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- The Orphan
- Grieve Stricken Heart
- Sky is Mine
- Weaving The Incantation
- The Bee
- The Golden Elk
- You I Need
- The Way
- Enchanted By The Moon
- Enemy At The Gates
- The Pilgrimage
- Brother And Sister
- Daughter Of Hate
- White Night (feat. Aleah)
- Forgotten Sunrise
- Three Words
- Excursing From Existence
- Tree Words