[ASKELMILLA]
[esinaytos]
[MAAILMALLE]
Kuun viel???¤ varttuessa
kulki kuiskaus p???¤???¤ll???¤ veen kaukaa.
Aallot levotonna l???¶iv???¤t
vasten sateen pieksem???¤???¤ rantaa.
Kauan hiljaisia lienneet
salot alla pohjoisen taivaan.
Vain yksin???¤inen vire tuulen soi.
Keih???¤s karhunkaatajan
maassa saaliin vierell???¤ vartoi
vaiti suurta laivaa saapuvaa.
Ei kukaan tiennyt n???¤hd???¤ sarastukseen
ja p???¤iv???¤ laski taas.
Kuulkaa huuto korppien
halki taivaiden,
n???¤in saapuu tuho jumalten
maailmaamme.
On tullut se aika jolloin auringon py???¶r???¤
veren vuodatuksesta katkeaa.
Liput kauniit liehuen
airut rantakiville astuu.
He miekoin meit???¤ tervehtiv???¤t,
vapaudesta puhua saavat.
Loimet vieraat yll???¤ns???¤
puiseen ristiin veriveli tarttuu.
H???¤n suden mahdin mielii taltuttaa.
Keih???¤s karhunkaatajan
vastaan k???¤???¤rmekielt???¤ nyt nousee
ja iskee l???¤pi kurjan syd???¤men.
Vaan eiv???¤t sankarit en???¤???¤ nouse raunioille
ja laulumme tuuli vie.
Kuulkaa suru metsien
halki aikojen,
on pyh???¤t kivet kaadettu
ja kansa voipunut.
Valtaa kuoleman sylist???¤
uhmaa ter???¤s v???¤lkkyen.
Tuoni k???¤siss???¤ jumalten,
maine miehen ikuinen.
Jo syttyv???¤t nuo soihdut, ne ruumiit k???¤rvent???¤v???¤t
ja syytt???¶mien sielut tuomitaan.
Kuinka riist???¤v???¤t he jumalat nyt vierelt???¤mme,
vaikenevat tuhannet edess???¤ murhaajan.
Kirveenkuva rinnalla
karhun lailla taistellen,
Ukon voima syd???¤mess???¤
viel???¤ kaatuu viimeinen.
[RAUNIOILLA]
[loppunaytos]
[English translation:]
[AT THE RUINS]
[AT THE FOOTSTEPS]
[prologue]
[TO THE WORLD]
Under the growing moon
there drifted a whisper with a distant stream.
Waves beating restlessly
the tired rain-lashed shore.
For long the wilds under the northern sky
silent may have been.
Resounded only with a breath of wind.
The spear of a bear-hunter
lay on the ground by its prey.
Awaiting the arrival of a craft.
Yet no one foresaw the dawning
and thus set another day.
Hearken to the ravens’ cry
across all heavens.
Behold as the gods
of our world fall.
It is time for the wheel of the sun
to break by the flow of blood.
Under such fair colours
the harbringer steps ashore.
By a sword his companions salute us,
yet of freedom they may speak.
Dressed in strangest garment
claimed kindred grasps a wooden cross.
What strength in wolves he wishes to tame.
The spear of a bear-hunter
now risen against the serpent’s tongue.
Striking through the vile heart.
Yet no hero shall rise on the ruins
and our song may drift with the wind.
Hear the sorrow of the woods
across all known times.
Sacred stones are overturned
and the folk so weary.
Steel agleam defies sway
on the lap of death.
Demise in the hands of gods,
a worthy name forever spoken.
And lo! the torches lit scorching carnage,
condemning all the guiltless souls.
How dare they bereave us our gods,
now thousands fall silent at murder.
Sign of the hammer on a warrior’s chest
he battles like a bear.
With strength of Ukko deep in his heart
the last man now may fall.
[AT THE RUINS]
[epilogue]