thousand warriors The fields of thousand battles Still, in our hearts we can hear the great hymn of Karelia."
Wrathful one, nine eyes gaze Holding skulls Filled and laced With human blood Wrathful one, nine eyes gaze Holding skulls Filled and laced With human
E. Holopainen] "The sound of thousand warriors The fields of thousand battles Still, in our hearts we can hear the great hymn of Karelia."
questa discesa senza piu fermarmi ancora dietro a te se consumavo come cera ora e la brace che consuma anche per me ho un contratto per Karelias
Years have passed like centuries Through which I lived as in dream Futile quests and sweet delusions Till the day I realized Golden age's bygone Leaving
Sweetness of velvet, toys around my bed Put on probation but don't really care At my call, you rushed up to see me When darkness came I felt like naked
Shining iron and banners high Enemies facing me, comrades on my side Cross as my excuse Crescent as their snare How can you deny the almighty this way
Morning has come, a ray of light Is coming through the white curtain His naked body's lying on the tiles Open eyes, dry blood and tears Across the deep
This song takes place in a psychiatric hospital. The character is suffering a schizophrenia crisis. Totally stunned by drugs, he cannot do anything but
Autumn morning On the tiles he's lying Unlamented No friend no relative A good riddance That cold murderer Devil incarnate Thank goodness he's gone He
I have to conceal from them all the pain in me Put it into jails of my brain Yes I know that I have no right to let them see But it'll nibble the bars
October the 13th, we're going to the front My dear I wish I was at home with you This morning comrades of mine said we can begin to crow Dirty war's over
[Choirs :] Vizi degli oumini hanno preso il sopravvento su me Stammi vicino, non sei qui adesso, aiutami presto subito Wandering soldiers break into
Faded rose in the funeral drum of daddy's grave Bitter tears falling on the stone of daddy's grave Mother said he will always watch over me Mother said
I'm scared for war, the smell of blood Agony rattles make me cry I feel no hate for my enemy Why should I kill ? Why should I stay ? Mother bring me back
Awful sight ... among ruins and dust, In torn dress, my beloved died in pain Awaiting my hand to take her astray Endless agony, crying for my guilty absence
I hold back, no more cries I dig your hole under moonlight So much fear in these eyes I'll never forget that sight Turn of my life, burying my bride
Raise some dust, and raise your voice In the crowd they'll raise their arms Stunned and wild, stupefied You know they won't raise an eyebrow Raise the
