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 winters icy hand
Chorus: Upon a crust of snow
Ill lay my broken frame
What steel and iron wont take
Ill give in winters 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 arms strong enough
Without my two good feet
Chorus But not overlooked am
I In eyes of the maid
Ill wed Ill reap the crops of
Tuonela My brides wealth in death