Unohduksen lapsi - Moonsorrow

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Verivana rinnallani

Vain tyhjä huotra maahan tallattuna

Seuraa kun lähden taas

On vihollinen kaadettu

Voittamaton voitettu

Veistettyä lihaani pelko jäytää

Tuo viima hyytävä

Nimeäni kuljettaa

Punainen veri piirtää

Merkin maahan routaiseen

Vuoren rinnettä

Huurre kapuaa

Kuin hetkeään odottaen

Laelle kotka vain jää

Taas vaihtaa tuuli suuntaa

Se vainajia syleilee ja kivet murentaa

On metsä autio

Ja pilvet paenneet

Katson henki höyryten

Kun kaikki hiljalleen jäätyy

Vain viima hyytävä

Nimeäni kuljettaa

Lopulta tiedän sen

Mitä tulin täyttämään

Vuoren rinnettä

Taivas kuristaa

Pelotta tarkkailee hän

Jonka siivet vielä kantavat

Yksin tuulta vastassa

Seisoo orpo taistojen

Siintää metsä keihäiden

Rannassa taivaan punaisen

Se raivo lailla ukkosen

Silpoo rivit nöyrtyvien

Sudet talosta kuoleman

Suovat henkäyksen viimeisen

Yksin tuulta vastassa

On lapsi tuon teurastuksen

Ei vanhus sano sanaakaan

Vain haaskalinnut taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat

Multaan hautaan kappaleet

Raudan väsymättömän

Matkan lopussa ei jäljelle jää mitään

Vielä viima hyytävä

Lauluani kuljettaa

Merkki routaisessa maassa

Aikaan katoaa

Vuoren rinnettä

Huurre kapuaa

Kuin hetkeään odottaen

Laelle kotka vain jää

Siivet revitty mutta kynnet valmiina

Loppunsa kohtaamaan

Sodan maailmaa

Pimeys kuristaa

Pelotta tarkkailee hän

Jonka silmät vielä näkevät

A broken sword in my hand

A trail of blood on my chest

Just an empty scabbard trampled to the ground

Will follow as I leave again

The enemy has been slain

The invincible defeated

A fear is gnawing my rough-hewn flesh

The icy piercing wind

My name is carried upon

Blood o' so red, it draws

A mark on the frozen ground

And rime is climbing

The mountainside

As if awaiting it’s time to come

A solitary eagle stays still

Yet the wind is changing again

Embracing the dead and eroding what is stone

The woods are silent

And the clouds are gone

Through the steam of my breath

All I see is turning ice

Just the icy piercing wind

My name is carried upon

And then it becomes clear

What part here is mine

And sky is strangling

The mountainside

With no fear in his eyes

The one with wings is watching

Alone against the wind

The battlefield orphan now stands

The forest of spears is growing

On the red skyshore

That rage like thunderstorm

Tears the humbling lines

Wolves from the house of death

Now grant the final breath

Alone against the wind

The child of slaughter now stands

No, the old man speaks no words

And only the vultures may tell his tale

Into the soil buried

The shards of untiring iron

At the journey’s end nothing is to remain

Still the icy piercing wind

My name is carried upon

The mark on the frozen ground

Will vanish into time

And rime is climbing

The mountainside

As if awaiting it’s time to come

A solitary eagle stays still

Wings they are torn but claws are ready

To face what might be the end

And dark is strangling

The world of war

With no fear in his eyes

The one with sight is watching

Broken blade in my hand

Bloody next to me

Only an empty scabbard trampled to the ground

Follow when I leave again

The enemy has been overthrown

Invincible won

The fear of my carved flesh freezes

Bring the cold

My name carries

Red blood draws

A sign on the ground frosty

Mountain slope

The frost rushes

Like waiting for a moment

Only an eagle is left on the ceiling

Again, the wind changes direction

It embraces the dead and crushes the stones

There is a forest desert

And the clouds fled

I watch the spirit in steam

When everything slowly freezes

Just a chill

My name carries

I finally know it

What I came to fulfill

Mountain slope

The sky is choking

He watches fearlessly

Whose wings still carry

Alone against the wind

Standing in orphan battles

There are spears in the forest

On the shore of the sky red

It rages like thunder

Shreds the lines of the humble

Wolves from the house of death

Protect your breath for the last time

Alone against the wind

There is a child of that slaughter

The old man doesn't say a word

Only the birds of prey in the sky know their stories

The songs in the mold grave

Iron tireless

There is nothing left at the end of the trip

Still freezing

My songs carry

A sign in a frosty country

Time will pass

Mountain slope

The frost rushes

Like waiting for a moment

Only an eagle is left on the ceiling

Wings torn but nails ready

To end it

The world of war

Darkness strangles

He watches fearlessly

Whose eyes still see

A broken Sword in my hand

A trail of blood is my chest

Just an empty scabbard trampled to the ground

Will follow as I leave again

The Enemy has been slain

The Invincible defeated

Fear is gnawing my rough-hewn flesh

The icy piercing wind

My name is carried upon

Blood o 'so red, it draws

A mark on the frozen ground

And rime is climbing

The mountainside

As if Awaiting is time to come

A solitary eagle stays still

Yet the wind is changing again

Embracing the dead and eroding what is stone

The Woods are silent

And the clouds are gone

Through the steam of my breath

All I see is turning ice

Just the icy piercing wind

My name is carried upon

And then it becomes clear

What part here is mine

And the sky is strangling

The mountainside

With no fear in his eyes

The one with wings is watching

Alone against the wind

The Battlefield Orphan now stands

The forest of Spears is growing

On the red skyshore

That rage like thunderstorm

Tears the humbling lines

Wolves from the house of death

Now grant the final breath

Alone against the wind

The child of Slaughter now stands

Well, the old man speaks no words

And only the vultures may tell his tale

Into the soil buried

The shards of untiring iron

At the journey’s end nothing is to remain

Still the icy piercing wind

My name is carried upon

The mark on the frozen ground

Will vanish into time

And rime is climbing

The mountainside

As if Awaiting is time to come

A solitary eagle stays still

Wings they are torn but claws are ready

To face what might be the end

And dark is strangling

The world of war

With no fear in his eyes

The one with sight is watching