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 ve devoured the land

Consolation is no gift

Of winter's icy hand

Chorus: 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 nigths 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

Chorus 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