Tuonela Songtext
von Amorphis

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 devoured the land
Consolation is no gift
Of winter′s icy hand

Upon a crust of snow
I'll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won′t take
I'll give in winter's name
No good a sullen soul
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 nights than days
As I wither away
Came the man of crown
With sound of war drums beat
Said no sword arm′s strong enough
Without my two good feet

Upon a crust of snow
I′ll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won't take
I′ll give in winter's name
No good a sullen soul
No use a simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This man old and lame
Old and lame

No good a sullen soul
No use a simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This man old and lame
But not overlooked am I
In eyes of the maid I′ll wed
I'll reap the crops of Tuonela
My bride′s wealth in death