No man nor a god, with a sword he carved
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With a feather he conjured
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An instrument from the bone of fish
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A kantele from the jaws of a pike
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Sat on a golden rock, on a bank of a golden river
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By the brink of golden falls, under the golden sun
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The birds flew to the singer
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The wildfowl from the open sea
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The fingers plucked the brightest chord
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Tolled the fangs of a pike
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The colours of rainbow lighted
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Above the silent waters
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Came forth the woodland creatures, the spirits great and small
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The mistress and the master of Tapiola, forest folk
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Behind a cloud of blue, the moon wove the strands of silver
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On the edge of the cloud of red, the daylight gilded the cloth
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The small fish in the shallows, the big ones under the surface
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The king of waters, on the waves, the queen on an open sea
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From distant fens came the swans
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An eagle from its heaven high
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Each one comprehended and understood
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Each one shed a tear, they wept and cried
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Each and every tear, tears of everyone
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All joined to flow into the silent waters
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The golden stream of life carried the tears to the sea
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To oceansĄŻ deep keeps the pearls were concealed.
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Song Of The Sage
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| Amorphis |
