1. THE BEE

A fire in the sky
Ablaze the spark beyond the stars
Its gleaming wings will cut their way
Through the silent paths of space

Planets whirl, suns are lit
Mountains fly, stars are dimmed
Its golden sabres tear through time

In the night of the river of death
Fly the silent prince electors

On the banks of tuonela
Bleach the skeletons of kings
Their skulls of sugar sickly sweet
Their bones piled up on the shore

On bed of mottled rocks
Amid flowers cold as ice
Pray the weak, the old, the poor

And when the tiny one from heaven comes
Crawls inside the chosen skull
And when the tiny one it summons the others
To crawl inside the chosen skull

They build their castles in the heads of kings
Bring life to the empty halls
They build their castles in the heads of kings
And honey will flow once more, once more

In the night of the river of death
Fly the silent prince electors

And when the tiny one from heaven comes
Crawls inside the chosen skull
And when the tiny one it summons the others
To crawl inside the chosen skull

They build their castles in the heads of kings
Bring life to the empty halls
They build their castles in the heads of kings
And honey will flow once more, once more


2. WRONG DIRECTION

The night thickened into black earth
The ground sparked under my feet
I didn't know the stars had tumbled down
And that earth had turned into sky

I should have understood
I should have seen it coming
The signs on the road have changed
The fires on the mountain die

I should have understood
I should have seen it coming
The signs on the road have changed
The fires on the mountain die

I felt ascending but I really sunk
Everything had turned upside down
As I was traveling to the mountain peak
I had dug into the grave of our home

I should have understood
I should have seen it coming
The signs on the road have changed
The fires on the mountain die

I should have understood
I should have seen it coming
The signs on the road have changed
The fires on the mountain die

I advise of my brothers
The signs of the heavens
And silenced the words of my sisters

I should have understood
I should have seen it coming
The signs on the road have changed
The fires on the mountain die

I should have understood
I should have seen it coming
The signs on the road have changed
The fires on the mountain die

Did I sacrifice a brother?
The fires on the mountain die
Did I silenced the words of sister?
The fires on the mountain die


3. HOPELESS DAYS (LIVE)

I never wanted
I never wanted to be born
Into this cruel world
Into this cruel world I was torn

Left behind with grief
Lacerated by life
Shackled into caves of grieves

From an union
From an union of force and fear
Arose my kin
Arose my kin enslaved

In hopelessness
In hopelessness and suspicion
The seed of eternal tomorrow

I was born a captive
A captive of the night
In between
Hopeless days

I was born on sleet
On sleet covered roads
I've been driven by howling winds

A beggar, a drifter
A refugee from my own life
And a companion
Companion of the ghostly lights

But still they came
They found the way to get to me
They beckoned me to follow

I was born a captive
A captive of the night
In between
Hopeless days

I was born on sleet
On sleet covered roads
I've been driven by howling winds


4. BAD BLOOD (LIVE)

Break down the weirs on the brooks
Crush the bulwarks of my soul
Let the rapids run white and foaming
The bad blood cut off my ears
The bad blood blinded my eyes
The bad blood choked up my mouth

Draw the poison from my veins
Let out the bad blood in me
Let the stream run golden and true
Let out the bad blood in me

Drive away the bad and the ugly
Divert the dreary dregs
Pierce a stream that rushes anew
I can’t see my path
I don’t hear your voice
I have forgotten my song

Draw the poison from my veins
Let out the bad blood in me
Let the stream run golden and true
Let out the bad blood in me

Bleed out the dross and the dead
Bleed out the dross and the dead

The bad blood cut off my ears
The bad blood blinded my eyes
The bad blood choked up my mouth

Draw the poison from my veins
Let out the bad blood in me
Let the stream run golden and true
Let out the bad blood in me

Bleed out the dross and the dead
Bleed out the dross and the dead


5. DEATH OF A KING (LIVE)

When the dawn is bright and new
And the day is full of hope
It's easy to continue your journey
Like a king on his royal way

You will stand there amidst silence
In the void of endless winter
On the ice of an unknown lake
In the heart of loneliness

There you will meet yourself
There you'll weigh your crown
On the ice of the lake of death
On the mirror of time

There you will meet yourself
There you'll weigh your crown
On the ice of the lake of death
On the shiny mirror of time

When the days are getting colder
And the winds clash against each other
When light is getting dimmer
And darkness shrouds the roads

You will drift into strange byways
Lost in foreign lands
Stranded on frigid shores
On a godless desolate plain

There you will meet yourself
There you'll weigh your crown
On the ice of the lake of death
On the mirror of time

It's there where your endeavour ends
On the face of a forlorn lake
Under weight of a timeless sky
It is there where you shall die

There you will meet yourself
There you'll weigh your crown
On the ice of the lake of death
On the mirror of time

There you will meet yourself
There you'll weigh your crown
On the ice of the lake of death
On the shiny mirror of time

Death of the king


6. FOUR WISE ONES (LIVE)

The nations search for treasure
And beasts rise from their tombs
Kings revel in triumph
All succumb to shadows in their own turn

The fish spawn, the birds nest
The roses bloom and wither away
The winds lash, the leaves decay
All deaden to ice, covered by snow

See beyond the secrets of space
The four bearers of heaven
Gaze in all directions
The four wise ones stand their ground
Call the stars that shine in their skies
Gaze in all directions

The rivers rush, the lakes they gleam
When summer yields to autumn cold
Moments flee into oblivion
Fading to blue and turn into rime

The first cloaked in clement winds
The second with meadow-scented hair
The third who’s cold and grey
The fourth who carries the snow away

Sing, the beginning of our songs
Spin an end to all our stories
Sing, the beginning of our songs
And bring an end to all our stories
In tuonela

See beyond the secrets of space
The four bearers of heaven
Gaze in all directions
The four wise ones stand their ground
Call the stars that shine in their skies
Gaze in all directions
Kings revel in triumph
All succumb to shadows in their own turn

Moments flee into oblivion
All succumb to shadows in their own turn


7. BLACK WINTER DAY (LIVE)

This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think
Like a 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?

This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think
Like a daybreak in spring
Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like a dark night in autumn
A black winter day

This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think
Like a daybreak in spring
The sun on a spring morning
Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like a dark night in autumn
A black winter day
No darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night

A black winter day


8. MY KANTELE (LIVE)

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

Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And its pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense

So it will 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