Dalszövegek
Amorphis Tales From The Thousand Lakes

, in this evil age All my sense is somewhere else Once I had a soul I was one with my God But now I am abandoned Banished from these lies Long my tale

And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in yard To flee from bad deeds

Mountains of North shall erupt And flames of dark land will rise Hail to one who hails Blood for one who bleeds Blood to one who hails Hail for one who

O old man, good god careful man of heaven Keeper of storm clouds, make misty weather And create a tiny cloud in whose shelter I may go

: A bird flew out of Lapland An eagle from the North East One wing ruffled the water And the other swept the sky It's tail skimmed the sea It flutters

: The mountains of North Shall erupt and flames Of darkland will raise Hail to one who hails Blood for one who bleeds O you mistress of northland Queen

: Hey there, tiny wench My perpetual serf Put stew in a pot Bring water for the guest Before we part Before your neck is broken You strike first Son

: I went to wash at the shore I went to bathe in the sea And there I, a hen, was lost I, a bird Untimely died Let not my brother Ever in this world

: This is how the lucky feel How the blessed think Like daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night