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 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



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