Amorphis Tuonela song lyrics

Sorrow is my bread

And tears I drink as wine

Oblivion my happiness

Ground under tooth 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 group of 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 I'm 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 group of brides of plaited hair, this man old and lame, old and lame

No good a sullen soul, no use a simple knave

No group of brides of plaited hair, this man old and lame

I'm 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