Katkennut tera kadessani,
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verivana rinnallani.
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Vain tyhja huotra maahan tallattuna
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seuraa kun lahden taas.
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On vihollinen kaadettu,
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voittamaton voitettu.
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Veistettya lihaani pelko jaytaa.
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Tuo viima hyytava
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nimeani kuljettaa.
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Punainen veri piirtaa
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merkin maahan routaiseen.
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Vuoren rinnetta
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huurre kapuaa.
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Kuin hetkeaan odottaen
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laelle kotka vain jaa.
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Taas vaihtaa tuuli suuntaa,
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se vainajia syleilee ja kivet murentaa.
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On metsa autio
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ja pilvet paenneet.
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Katson henki hoyryten
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kun kaikki hiljalleen jaatyy.
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Vain viima hyytava
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nimeani kuljettaa.
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Lopulta tiedan sen
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mita tulin tayttamaan.
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Vuoren rinnetta
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taivas kuristaa.
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Pelotta tarkkailee han
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jonka siivet viela kantavat.
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Yksin tuulta vastassa
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seisoo orpo taistojen.
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Siintaa metsa keihaiden
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rannassa taivaan punaisen.
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Se raivo lailla ukkosen
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silpoo rivit noyrtyvien.
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Sudet talosta kuoleman
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suovat henkayksen viimeisen.
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Yksin tuulta vastassa
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on lapsi tuon teurastuksen.
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Ei vanhus sano sanaakaan,
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vain haaskalinnut taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat.
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Multaan hautaan kappaleet
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raudan vasymattoman.
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Matkan lopussa ei jaljelle jaa mitaan.
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Viela viima hyytava
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lauluani kuljettaa.
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Merkki routaisessa maassa
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aikaan katoaa.
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Vuoren rinnetta
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huurre kapuaa.
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Kuin hetkeaan odottaen
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laelle kotka vain jaa.
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Siivet revitty mutta kynnet valmiina
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loppunsa kohtaamaan.
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Sodan maailmaa
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pimeys kuristaa.
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Pelotta tarkkailee han
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jonka silmat viela nakevat.
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[English translation:]
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[CHILD OF OBLIVION]
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A broken sword in my hand,
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a trail of blood on my chest.
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Just an empty scabbard trampled to the ground
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will follow as I leave again.
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The enemy has been slain,
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the invincible defeated.
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A fear is gnawing my rough-hewn flesh.
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The icy piercing wind
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my name is carried upon.
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Blood o' so red, it draws
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a mark on the frozen ground.
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And rime is climbing
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the mountainside.
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As if awaiting its time to come
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a solitary eagle stays still.
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Yet the wind is changing again,
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embracing the dead and eroding what is stone.
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The woods are silent
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and the clouds are gone.
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Through the steam of my breath
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all I see is turning ice.
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Just the icy piercing wind
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my name is carried upon.
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And then it becomes clear
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what part here is mine.
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And sky is strangling
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the mountainside.
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With no fear in his eyes
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the one with wings is watching.
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Alone against the wind
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the battlefield orphan now stands.
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The forest of spears is growing
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on the red skyshore.
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That rage like thunderstorm
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tears the humbling lines.
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Wolves from the house of death
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now grant the final breath.
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Alone against the wind
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the child of slaughter now stands.
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No, the old man speaks no words
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and only the vultures may tell his tale.
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Into the soil buried
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the shards of untiring iron.
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At the journey's end nothing is to remain.
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Still the icy piercing wind
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my name is carried upon.
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The mark on the frozen ground
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will vanish into time.
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And rime is climbing
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the mountainside.
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As if awaiting its time to come
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a solitary eagle stays still.
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Wings they are torn but claws are ready
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to face what might be the end.
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And dark is strangling
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the world of war.
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With no fear in his eyes
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the one with sight is watching.
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Unohduksen Lapsi
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| Moonsorrow |
