Testi:
Amorphis Tales From The Thousand Lakes

This is how the lucky feel How the blessed think Like daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night

The mountains of North Shall erupt and flames Of darkland will raise Hail to one who hails Blood for one who bleeds O you mistress of northland Queen

seldom get together And meet each other On these poor borders The luckless lands of the north Those words we have got From the North's furthest fields, From

Hey there, tiny wench My perpetual serf Put stew in a pot Bring water for the guest Before we part Before your neck is broken You strike first Son of

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, in this evil age All my sense is somewhere else Once I had a soul I was one with my God But now I am abandoned Banished from these lies Long my tale

And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in yard To flee from bad deeds

Mountains of North shall erupt And flames of dark land will rise Hail to one who hails Blood for one who bleeds Blood to one who hails Hail for one who

O old man, good god careful man of heaven Keeper of storm clouds, make misty weather And create a tiny cloud in whose shelter I may go