Tuonela — текст песни (Amorphis)

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 ve 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 sout 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

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