Text: Sonata Arctica. Don't Say A Word. Ain't Your Fairytale.

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The ones rule sick justice
will pray for it all their life
They can't let a real scheme as no one they all
can you hear them cries?
As far as a man can run from us
they're following the trail of blood
So what! my young ones.

I have always know the storm would come
listen now my young ones
this is not the story I tell
of midnight moon and sun
are you ready to walk the forbidden road
there again, what we try to forget
the dark and now take over you

We're heading from that destination point
the people once brawled
we were told to take what we need
Let all this our weed
but they hunted us all
we ended the lives of their past time
and like times ago
the ones are feading the soul
But the words in lifetime

Praying for the moon,
hiding from the day,
this might be our last time
I am gonna see you taken away;
heading for the goal
Of our way of life
you're welcome to give it your best try
look me in the eyes
So moonlight this ain't your fairytale

It took so many years to teach them
how to cry 'wolf'
we made the people serve the purpose
those, see, weren't fools (my young ones)
Each now must become
you?re something you?re not
and love from the ones above you
Fear is your deepest wisdom
of these last days.

[Chorus]

The bad, they'll always finish bad

On the last day remember we never cried
It does not fix things for us
they taught to hear the wolf
but the wild breathing
don't worry to the way this must end,
this is a story I told
-I'm falling before you.

[Chorus]

The bad, they'll always finish bad