| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:23 | 
|
|||
|
Tear dimmed remembrance
in the womb of time breath upon me possessed by the passion fate will set you free infertile chaste be the precious when flesh is an enemy fair-weather man (pre chorus) Step aside from the way of a better man than you so you fall at his feet he's the one who betrays you it's the servant's devotion for the decay stand up (chorus) there are no flowers on your grave there are no chains there I keep chanting for the forgotten name why you feel so empty and still have everything it's fulfillment I've got more companions when I'm all alone flesh is fetching (pre-chorus) (chorus) (pre-chorus) |
||||||
| 2. |
| 4:26 |
|
|||
|
How does it feel
Blessed to receive Be modest and forgiving How does it feel You can try to hate me But you're only hurting yourself (chorus) Drifting in your shady memories Where to go when sorrow breeds Let the fear run through Breathe in black and stifling air All those words they disappear No need to rest it's too early to die You don't have to say Why rue for that day When you've open up your eyes again Now it's your fate Face your heartache You wish to make it unreal (chorus) (chorus) |
||||||
| 3. |
| 3:41 | 
|
|||
| 4. |
| 4:36 |
|
|||
|
Forging the future from the timeless stone
Oh let me know how far I can go Answering the questions that no one ever asks Float through the sea of madness And face the everlasting task So lonely to wander So sad to be alone In the mist of the unknown Trying to fool myself with dreams that never come true So hard to stand my ground Never again never again will I fail will I fail Chorus: Will you tell me not to wait Tell me to live for today As the flowers wither I will forget my pain Since the stars have shone The devil has shown me the way Repeat chorus |
||||||
| 5. |
| 3:17 |
|
|||
| 6. |
| 5:38 |
|
|||
|
In the morning mist
By [the] waning moon Through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade Cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root “Tread my path to summer’s end, This bequest I leave you”, she says “You will see what could be evergreen Turn to copper and fade to gray” By the standing stones Atropine eyes smiled at me Sitting in a sluggish vertigo Sands of time form another dream No love without sacrifice No life springs without decay The final kiss is a wormy one In soil’s cold caress, to rest we’ll lay |
||||||
| 7. |
| 3:38 |
|
|||
|
Where have you been,where have you been
my son, my merry son? On the seashore, on the seashore mother, my darling one. And what have you been doing there my son, my merry son? I have been watering my horse mother, my darling one. Why is there blood upon your feet my son, my merry son? My horse stamped with its iron shoe mother, my darling one. Why there is blood upon your sword my son,my merry son? I have stabbed my brother to death mother, my darling one. What now of you, where will you go my son, my wretched son? To other lands to foreign lands my dame, my darling one. When will you be returning home my son, my wretched son? When all the world to judgment comes my dame, my darling one. |
||||||
| 8. |
| 5:52 |
|
|||
|
Better it would be for me
And better it would have been Had I not been born, not grown Not been brought into the world Not had to come to this earth Not been suckled for the world If I'd died a three-night-old Been lost in my swaddling band I'd have needed but a span of cloth A span more of wood, But a cubit of good earth Two words from the priest Three verses from the cantor One clang from the bell |
||||||
| 9. |
| 5:04 |
|
|||
|
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music, reckon that the kantele Was fashioned by a god Out of [a] great pike’s shoulders From a water-dog’s hooked bones: It was made from the grief Molded from sorrow Its belly out of hard days Its soundboard from endless woes Strings gathered from torments And its pegs from other ills Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense So it not play, will not rejoice at all Music will not play to please Give off the right sort of joy For it was fashioned from cares Molded from sorrow. |
||||||
| 10. |
| 4:53 |
|
|||
|
In the vale where I once listened out for the light
Where the little birds warble The ptarmigans babble And my heart looked about for some rest from its trouble I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside And a fair young girl on the shore I espied Who was sitting and weeping To see the waves leaping And over the skyline sad vigil was keeping. O why are you weeping alone on the shore? Now still from your eyes I can see the tears pour. What sorrow and smart So pierces your heart That even at midnight it will not depart? |
||||||
| 11. |
| 3:37 |
|
|||
|
Where has the sun gone from us
Where is the moon lost to us The moon will not gleam at all Nor will the sun shine at all Death opens its mouth The son of the Northlander Camo to look, to listen "There beyond the river is hero walking" He took one step and took another To the north's shore he hurried He drew his sword, wrenched the iron Snatched from the sheath the harsh one Upon whose point the moon shone Upon whose hilt the sun flashed Upon whose back a horse stands He uttered a word, spoke thus, "There the sun has gone from you The sun gone and the moon lost" |
||||||
| 12. |
| 3:51 |
|
|||
|
This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn But how do I feel in my gloomy depths? This is how the lucky feel How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day This is how the lucky feel How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day No darker than that Gloomier than an autumn night A black winter day |
||||||
| 13. |
| 5:33 |
|
|||
|
A bird flew out of Lapland
An eagle from the Northeast One wing ruffled the water And the other swept the sky It's tail skimmed the sea It flutters, it glides It looks, it turns round "Why, man, are you in the sea Fellow, among the billows?" |
||||||
| 14. |
| 4:24 |
|
|||
|
I went to wash at the shore
I went to bathe in the sea And there I, a hen, was lost I, a bird Untimely died Let not my brother Ever in this world Water his war-horse Upon the seashore! Waters of the sea So much blood of mine Fishes of the sea So much flesh of mine Such the death of the young maid End of the fair little hen |
||||||
| 15. |
| 5:05 |
|
|||
|
As the sun falls down
and the swell crashes into the shore The great warriors of doom and wind ride high Silent is the silence, the only breathing of horses sound, Cold northern steel, shining blade, pleases us And we all live under the black mark Oh lord, lead us to the paradise My lord, is this the promised land is this your gift Let us fly into your dreams Let us taste some blood Sorrow - the unknown force Hate - respect your enemy Bitterness - shall be forever Silence - nothing left Let us fly into your dreams Let us taste some blood |
||||||
| 16. |
| 3:44 |
|
|||
| 17. |
| 5:32 |
|
|||
|
We have to know, we have to see
Religions so many, which one of them are so real, That it makes us to believe ? Crushing the chains of faith To find the way of immortality, We're hiding behind the cross To find shelter, we're searching for the name of god In this maze of hatred The name of god is lost Under the flag of salvation we are cleared this land of pagans Under the cover of Christianity, we stained our hands in blood At these times of anguish The name of God is lost "I saw the coming of the end, Sun stopped its shining, Air is no longer fresh, Then it was too late to realize, that we can't breathe our hate." The lost name of God |
||||||
|
