Testo: Amorphis. Tales From The Thousand Lakes. Into Hiding.

The islander slips into hiding
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

There he had to become someone else
He must change his shape
As an eagle he swept up

Wanted to soar the heavenward
The sun burnt his cheeks
The moon lit his brows
(Wanted to soar heavenward)
The sun burnt his cheeks
The moon lit his brows

The islander slips into hiding
And takes to his heels
Out of dark Northland
The murky house of Sara