Alone
Tear dimmed remembrance
In a womb of time breath upon me
Possessed by the passion
Fate will set you free
Infertile chased be the precious
When flesh is an enemy
Fair weather man

Step aside from the way of a better man than you
So you fall at his feet he's the one who betrays you
It's the servants devotion for the decay stand up

There are no flowers on your grave there are no chains
There I keep chanting for the forgotten name

Why you feel so empty
And still have everything
It's fulfillment
I've got more companions
When I'm all alone
Flesh is fetching

Drifting Memories
How does it feel blessed to receive
Be modest and forgiving
How does it feel
You can try to hate me
But you're only hurting yourself

Drifting in your shady memories
Where to go when sorrow breeds
Let the fear run through
Breath in black and stifling air
All those words they disappear
No need to rest it's too early to die

You don't have to say why rue for that day
When you've open up your eyes again
Now it's your fate
Face your heart ache
You wish to make it unreal

Too Much To See
Instrumental

The Way
Forging the future from the timeless stone
Oh, let me know how far I can go
Answering the questions that no one ever asks
Float through the sea of madness
And face the everlasting task

So lonely to wander
So sad to be alone
In the mist of the unknown
Trying to fool myself with dreams
That never come true
So hard to stand my ground
Never again will I fail

Will you tell me not to wait
Tell me to live for today
As the flowers wither
I will forget my pain
Since the stars have shone
The devil has shown me the way

Northern Lights
Instrumental

Summer's End
In the morning mist by the waning moon
through the woods she set on foot
With a sacred blade cut the berries down
Dug up the dreaded mandrake root

Tread my path to summer's end
This bequest I leave you she says
You will see what could be evergreen
Turn to copper and fade to gray

By the standing stones
Atropine eyes smiled at me
Sitting in a sluggish vertigo
Sands of time form another dream

No love without sacrifice
No lige springs without decay
The final kiss is a wormy one
In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay

The Brother-Slayer
Where have you been where have you been
My son, my merry son?
On the seashore, on the seashore
Mother, my darling one

And what have you been doing there
My son, my merry son?
I have been watering my horse
Mother, my darling one

Why is there blood upon your feet
My son, my merry son?
My horse stamped with its iron shoe
Mother, my darling one

Why there is blood upon your sword
My son, my merry son?
I have stabbed my brother to death
Mother, my darling one

What now of you where will you go
My son, my wretched son?
To other lands to foreign lands
My dame, my darling one

When will you be returning home
My son, my wretched son?
When all the world to judgment comes
My dame, my darling one

Better Unborn
Better it would be for me
And better it would have been
Had I not been born not grown
Not been brought into the world
Not had to come to this earth
Not been suckled for the world

If I'd died a three-night-old
Been lost in my swaddling hand
I'd have needed but a span of doth
A span more of wood

But a cubit of goof earth
Two words from the priest
Three verses from the cantor
One clang from the bell

My Kantele
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele

Was fashioned by a God
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog's hooked bones
It was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow

Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And its pegs from other ills

So it will not play, will not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Moulded from sorrow

Weeper On The Shore
In the vale where I once listened out for the light
Where the little birds warble
The ptarmigans babble
And my heart looked for some rest from its trouble
I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside

And a fair young girl on the shore I espied
Who was sitting and weeping
To see the waves leaping
And over the skyline sad vigil was keeping

Oh, why are you weeping alone on the shore?
Now still from your eyes I can see the tears pour
What sorrow and smart
So pierces your heart
That even at midnight it will not depart?

Moon And Sun
Where has the sun gone from us
Where is the moon lost to us
The moon will not gleam at all
Nor will the sun shine at all

Death opens its mouth
The son of the Northlander
Came to look, to listen

There beyond the river is hero walking
He took one step and took another
To the north's shore he hurried
He drew his sword wrenched the iron
Snatched from the sheath the harsh one

Upon whose point the moon shone
Upon whose hilt the sun flashed
Upon whose back a horse stands
He uttered a word spoke thus
There the sun has gone from you
The sun gone and the moon lost

Black Winter Day
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 in autumn

But how do I feel
In my gloomy depths?
A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night

The Castaway
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, it glides
It looks, it turns round
Why man are you in the sea
Fellow among the billows?

Drowned Maid
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

Waters of the sea
So much blood of mine
Fishes of the sea
So much flesh of mine

Let not my brother
Ever in this world
Water his war-horse
Upon the seashore!

Such the death of the young maid
End of the fair little hen

Warriors Trail
As the sun falls down
And the swell crashes into the shore
The great warriors of doom and wind ride high
Silent is the silence
The only breathing of horses sound

Cold northern steel shining blade pleases us
And we all live under the black mark
Oh, Lord lead us to the paradise
My Lord is this the promised land is this your gift

Let us fly into your dreams
Let us taste some blood

Sorrow - the unknown force
Hate - respect your enemy
Bitterness - shall be forever
Silence - nothing left

Exile Of The Sons Of Uisliu
A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment was mournful

For him I poured out - hero of heroes
The deadly drink that killed him

Dear his short shining hair
A handsome man even very beautiful

Dear the grey eyes that women loved
Fierce they were foes

The Lost Name Of God
We have to know, we have to see
Religions so many which one of them are so real
That it makes us to believe?
Crushing the chains of faith

To find the way of immortality
We're hiding behind the cross
To find shelter
We're searching for the name of God

In this maze of hatred
The name of God is lost

Under the flag of salvation
We are cleared this land of pagans
Under the cover of Christianity
We stained our hands in blood

At these times of anguish
The name of God is lost

I saw the coming of the end
Sun stopped its shining
Air is no longer fresh
Then it was too late to realize
That we can't breathe our hate

The lost name of God