I have a wish to sing Of time before the beginning When nothing was all But how to sing of nothing? So I sing of the beginning The birth of all creation
In the North, a prisoner of darkness In black court, a victim of sleep Slither like a snake I tried A mole under the soil A king, a fool trapped in
Therein lie the nets of iron Snares of copper made They offered drinks that lull to sleep Of everlasting chains But I changed my mortal shape And took
[Bonus track] The spirit of clouds I am... and the spring creeks singing... A stillness within a river great... A rainbow on the falls... A blackness
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
She robbed the moon from the sky Derailed the sun off its course Inside her mountain enchained the light She took the wisdom for her own The sun no
He set out to take my life And the power of my soul His spells against my might My wrath he did ignite Your brain replaced by mine Your mind changed
Silk of blue woven by the moon Red spun by the sun Of the sun?s gold Silver in wrists and in her rings Hair braided in red Her shoes featherlight As
On the blue waters of mermaids I was sailing on the blue Brought up a catch of strangest wonder On the blue And I drew my knife to gut What I had taken
When I am broken, when I depart When my eyes stray from yours When I no longer know you, my love When I am broken, when I depart Fear not for me, weep
No man nor a god, with a sword he carved With a feather he conjured An instrument from the bone of fish A kantele from the jaws of a pike Sat on a golden
of seas My forms countless Like words, names and stars I?ve been here from the beginning Echoes and tones I understand Eternal poems of nonexistence The birthwords of time?s beginning
I was born as all the world here was born As tones, words and stories of the primeval song I need no bow, I need no sword My kingship?s known to gods
From all the four corners From the heights beyond the changing skies From in between the golden stars From lands of dead below I seek the magic for
Traduzione: Amorphis. In The Beginning.
