Kivenkantaja - Moonsorrow

«¤rell¤ veden luodolla istuen

polviin p¤¤ns¤ painaneena.

Laineet kolean tuulen syleilyss¤

taakkansa saavat kantaakseen.

N¤hnyt on tulta, n¤hnyt on kuolemaa

mies petojen kasvattama.

N¤hnyt on h¤vityksen kansansa,

n¤hnyt mit¤ ei voi unohtaa.

Taivaille vannonut ikuista vihaa

kantaja miekan ruosteisen.

Kantaja kiven kironnut kuninkaita,

polttanut maat takanaan.

Laaksoihin k¤rsimysten,

virtaan vetten katkeruuden.

Polkuja seuraamatta

painon alle musertuen.

«¤rell¤ veden kurjalla karilla

hahmo raskain aatoksin.

Yksin kiroaa, hiekalle laskee

kiveenhakatun kohtalon.

Ei aukene taivas, ei nouse tuuli,

pilvet rantaa varjostavat.

Hiljaisuudessa kiroaa ja odottaa

matkaaja tyhj¤¤n huomiseen.

Sit¤ surua ei voi unohtaa,

ei kive¤ jalkoihin laskea.

Sit¤ vihaa ei voi tukahduttaa,

on hulluus kiven painona.

Sitting on a rock by the sea

with head bown to his knees.

Caressed by the coldest wind

the silent waves receive his burden.

Fire has he seen and death as well,

man grown up by beasts.

Destruction has he seen, of his own people,

seen what cannot be unmade.

Eternal hatred to all heavens

by a corroded blade he swore.

The bearer of stone, cursed has he kings

and burnt all the land behind.

To valleys of suffering,

into the stream of bitter rivers.

Aside paths made by man,

ever under crushing weight.

On an isolated rock by the sea

there sits a grief-stricken man.

Alone he curses and lays on the sand

a weighing fate carved in stone.

Yet skies don’t open, no wind shall rise

and clouds they shadow the shore.

In silence a roamer curses and waits

until another tomorrow.

An unforgotten grief

ever carried with the stone.

An unforsaken hatred,

madness weighing down the stone.

«Sitting on a water islet

with his knees depressed.

Waves in the embrace of a cold wind

bear their burdens.

I have seen fire, I have seen death

a man raised by beasts.

He has seen the destruction of his people,

seen what cannot be forgotten.

I swore to heaven forever

carrier sword rusty.

The plaintiff stone cursed the kings,

burned the lands behind them.

The valleys of suffering,

in the flow of water bitterness.

Without following the paths

under weight crushing.

«At the water's miserable reef

character with heavy atoms.

Cursing alone, falling to the sand

the fate of the stone-cut.

The sky will not open, the wind will not rise,

clouds shade the beach.

In silence, curse and wait

traveler empty tomorrow.

That sorrow cannot be forgotten,

no stones fall to the feet.

That anger cannot be suppressed,

is madness as the weight of a stone.

Sitting on a rock by the sea

with head bown to his knees.

Caressed by the coldest wind

the silent waves receive his burden.

Fire has he seen and died as well,

man grown up by Beasts.

Destruction has he seen, of his own people,

seen what cannot be unmade.

Eternal hatred to all Heavens

by a corroded blade he swore.

The bearer of stone, Cursed has he kings

and burnt all the land behind.

To the valleys of suffering,

into the stream of bitter Rivers.

Aside paths made by man,

ever under crushing weight.

On an isolated rock by the sea

there sits a grief-stricken man.

Alone he curses and lays on the sand

a weighing Fate carved in stone.

Yet skies not open, no wind shall rise

and clouds they shadow the shore.

In silence a roamer curses and waits

until another Tomorrow.

An unforgotten grief

ever carried with the stone.

An unforsaken hatred,

Madness weighing down the stone.