DISC 1

1.  KARELIA

(Instrumental)


2.  THE GATHERING

As I sense their steel,
As I see the mighty one,
As we all gather once again
The gods of war summon us
Summon us

North wind blows to our valley
Men with ships, with swords, with honour

Their horses between flames,
Their dogs eating enemy childs,
Our heavenly father, what is this mortality,
Do you see my mortal agony

Look, I see the shield up high
This must be the sign from my lord
This can be my death - sentence
What a fine day to die

Taste of blood comes up high
Wind blows hard, our men fall
One by one
This oath claims me
I must bleed for my generation

Strong is the enemy,
Strong is my sword
The hammer is rising
I feel their cold steel

Now when I leave this world
I shall open the mighty oaken gate
And we all shall gather once again


3.  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


4.  INTO HIDING

The islander slips into hiding
And takes to his heels
Out of dark Northland
The murky house of Sara
He whirled out of doors as snow
Arrives as smoke in the yard
To flee from bad deeds

There he has to become someone else
He must change his shape
As an eagle he swept up
Wanted to soar heavenward
The sun burned his cheeks
The moon lit his brows


5.  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


6.  INTHE BEGINNING

I have a good mind
Take into my head
To start of singing
Began reciting

We seldom get together
And meet each other
On these poor borders
The luckless lands of North

I have a good mind
Take into my head
To start of singing
Began reciting

Those words we've got
From the North's furthest fields
Those words we've got
From the heaths of Kalevala


7.  AGAINST WIDOWS

The Devil weds a widow
Death, another's leftovers
Better to lie on willows
Rest on alder boughs

Than upon a widow's bed
Used woman's pillow
Sweeter the side of a fence
Than a widow's flank

Sweeter the side of a fence
A widow's flank
Sweeter the side of a fence

Softer the side of a grove
A widow's beside is
Softer the side of a grove

The Devil weds a widow
The grave one twice wed
A widow's hand is rougher
Than a dry spruce bough

With which she strikes the playful
Grabs the one who laughs
A widow has had her games
And spent a merry evening

Sweeter the side of a fence
Sweeter the side of a fence

Softer the side of a grove
Softer the side of a grove

With which she strikes the playful
Grabs the one who laughs
A widow has had her games
And spent a merry evening


8.  ON RICH AND POOR

Old folk remember
And those today learn
How before their time
Life was different here:

Without the sun people lived
Groped about without the moon
With candles sowing was done
Planting performed with torches

At the time we lived
Without the sunshine
Who had covered up our sun
And who had hidden our moon?

Without the moonlight stumbled
With our fists fumbled the land
With our hands we sought out roads
With hands roads, with fingers swamps
We could not live without sun
Nor manage without moonlight;
Who would seek out the sun
Who spy out the moon?
Who else if not God
The one son of God?

Without the sun people lived
Groped about without the moon
With candles sowing was done
Planting performed with torches

At the time we lived
Without the sunshine
Who had covered up our sun
And who had hidden our moon?

Without the moonlight stumbled
With our fists fumbled the land
With our hands we sought out roads
With hands roads, with fingers swamps
We could not live without sun
Nor manage without moonlight;
Who would seek out the sun
Who spy out the moon?
Who else if not God
The one son of God?


9.  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

It's belly out of hard days
It's soundboard from endless woes
It's strings gathered from torments
And it's pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense

It's belly out of hard days
It's soundboard from endless woes
It's strings gathered from torments
And it's pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense

So it 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
From sorrow


10.  ELEGY

Long evenings full on longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing too my nights
And all times the bitterest
'Tis my lovely I long for
It is my darling I miss
My black-browed one I grieve for

Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one

There's no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breat
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house
In the earth my berry lies

Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one

Long
Evenings full on longing
Low
Spirited my mornings
Full of longing
Too my nights
And all times
The bitterest

There's
No hearing my treasure
No seeing
My marten-breat
No hearing
Her in the lane
Driving below
The window
Chopping the wood
By the stack
Clinking outside
The cook-house
In the earth
My berry lies

In the soil
She's moldering
Under the sand
My sweet one
Beneath the grass
My treasure
The one
I grieve for


11.  TUONELA

Sorrow is my bread
And tears I drink as wine
Oblivion my happiness
Ground under teeth of time
For cold be the stone
When frost devoured the land
Consolation is no gift
Of winter's icy hand

Upon a crust of snow
I'll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won't take
I'll give in winter's name
No good a sullen soul
No use a simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This man old and lame

If only I could breathe
To see the sun of May
But still longer are the nights than days
As I wither away
Came the man of crown
With sound of war drums beat
Said no sword arm's strong enough
Without my two good feet

Upon a crust of snow
I'll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won't take
I'll give in winter's name
No good a sullen soul
No use a simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This man old and lame
Old and lame

No good a sullen soul
No use a simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This man old and lame
But not overlooked am I
In eyes of the maid I'll wed
I'll reap the crops of Tuonela
My bride's wealth in death


12.  DIVINITY

Last day brings the grace
For bearers of forbidden name
Step into five fold mace
As son as father in a frame

Someday fire wipes the rain
Fears are frozen tears whisper
Things that no one hears
Cry now, cry now for me again
Tomorrows pride and pain
Why you kneel before my name

Crushing my belief
And make shape to my relief
For who you set your prayers
I can't hear them anyway

Someday fire wipes the rain
Fears are frozen tears whisper
Things that no one heras
Cry now, cry now for me again
Tomorrows pride and pain
Why you kneel before my name


13.  RUSTY MOON

Bathed in the rust of moon
Is the death beds lullaby
Sung so softly with the stars
Reflected in her eyes

It's the blaze that beckons men
Into the woods, of beaten path
Is the sight of the fire that
No maiden's eyes should have
Iron does as iron's told
And drinks of life's red gold
But shame won't leave with dying breathe
The life that wants it's own death

And the forest hums its silent hymn
Heard by those of solitude
As mist it wells
Up the brook's dark banks
Bewitched by there fir woods

It's the blaze that beckons men
Into the woods, of beaten path
Is the sight of the fire that
No maiden's eyes should have
Iron does as iron's told
And drinks of life's red gold
But shame won't leave with dying breathe
The life that wants it's own death


14.  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


15.  VEIL OF SIN

For the cold pale women
I leave some of my goodness
I leave the veil of sin
And let go my dreams

Eternity follows me everywhere
Your words so hollow won't go anywhere
Distant shadows disappears
It searches the gate beyond the stars

And there I can see her again

Tell me why you have to be so pure and wrong
And I'm alive to be here

Is it just an omen
Is it me walking blindly
I will find the answer
When I wake up from my dream

Eternity follows me everywhere
Your words so hollow won't go anywhere
Distant shadows disappears
It searches the gate beyond the stars

And there I can kill her again

Tell me why you have to be so pure and wrong
And I'm alive to be here


16.  DAY OF YOUR BELIEFS

I can hear your yearnings
Your anguished cries
Let the nourishment pass you by
As it leaves you without
Without a trace
It leaves you without the scars

It's a day of the ruins
The time of your relief
It's a day of the judgements
The day of your beliefs

Bitter is the end
The end of your cry
Let your nourishment pass you by
It'll leave you without
Without your faith
It'll leave you without your grace

It's a day of the ruins
The time of your relief
It's a day of the judgements
The day of your beliefs


17.  KILLING GOODNESS

There's no existing misery
That just fades away
Faint hearted mindless tracks
Through the wicked world
The world of today

And all the people
Wait too long
Makes them hate too much
Foolishness fills this empty space
Misgiving all the fortune
Misgiving all the luck

Stay clear of the killing goodness
The greed of the dying gods
Can't you feel the raging darkness
The eyes stare at your heart

I see you dancing with the doomed
Backwards to the womb
The spiral of life comes to the end
Darkness will descend
It will descend

And all the people
Wait too long
Makes them hate too much
Foolishness fills this empty space
Misgiving all the fortune
Misgiving all the luck

And all the people
Wait too long
Makes them hate too much
Foolishness fills this empty space
Misgiving all the fortune
Misgiving all the luck