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Thousand Lakes Intro Into Hiding The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in the yard To flee from bad deeds There he had to become someone else He must change his shape As an eagle he swept up Wanted to soar heavenward The sun burnt his cheeks The moon lit his brows The Castaway A bird flew out of Lapland An eagle from the North East 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?" First Doom The mountains of North Shall erupt and flames Of darkland will raise Hail to one who hails Blood for one who bleeds O you mistress of northland Queen of darkland I may wash my hands of the Evil master's blood For that is no man's doom Which I bring That is child's doom And it shall be the First doom Black Winter Day This is how the lucky feel How the blessed think Like daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? 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 Drowned Maid 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 In The Beginning I have a good mind Take into my head To start of singing Began reciting We seldom get together And meet each other On these poor borders The luckless lands of the north Those words we have got From the North's furthest fields, From the heaths of Kalevala Forgotten Sunrise Once I had a mind And thoughts was given But nowadays, in this evil age All my sense is somewhere else Once I had a soul I was one with my god But now I am abandoned Banished from these lies Long my tale's been in the cold For ages has lain hidden I know how to bewitch fire And how to fame flames I know how to banish worms And turn snakes away To Fathers Cabin O old man, good god Careful man of heaven Keeper of storm clouds Make misty weather And create a tiny cloud In whose shelter I may go Magic And Mayhem Hey there, tiny wench My perpetual serf Put stew in a pot Bring water for the guest Before we part Before your neck is broken You strike first Son of the north Lyrics in plain text format |
Tomi Koivusaari - Vocals / Rhythm guitars Esa Holopainen - Lead guitars Olli-Pekka Laine - Bass Jan Rechberger - Drums Kasper Martenson - Keyboards & Moog All music arranged by Amorphis Lyrics are based on Finnish national pole book Kalevala Most of the lyrics are translated by Keith Bosley All keyboard sections composed by Martenson All clean vocals & speech by Ville Tuomi Recorded and mixed at studio Sunlight, September '93 Engineered by Tomas Skogsberg & Amorphis Produced by Tomas Skogsberg, Amorphis, Willian J. Yurkiewicz Jr., Matthew F. Jacobson and Markus Staiger Cover art by SV Bell Illustration (Sjlvain Bellemare) Mastered by Dave Shirk Photography by John Viherva, Inna Aarniala & Darius Ramazani I actually got this cd because I liked the front picture so much, but I'm lucky I did, because this belongs to the all-time best doom albums I think. There are a lot of folk melodies and clean vocals in the music, which gives it a quite unique style. Only problem I think is that with all the folk influences it sometimes gets just a bit too happy for good Doom metal. But except that, it's a great album. Rating: 8.5 out of 10
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