Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

ter kdessni,
rinnallani.
Vain tyhj maahan tallattuna
kun lhden taas.

On kaadettu,
voitettu.
Veistetty lihaani jyt.

Tuo hyytv
kuljettaa.
Punainen piirt
maahan routaiseen.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
laelle kotka j.

vaihtaa tuuli suuntaa,
se vainajia ja kivet murentaa.

On mets
ja paenneet.
Katson hyryten
kun kaikki jtyy.

viima hyytv
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

Vuoren
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka siivet kantavat.

tuulta vastassa
seisoo taistojen.
Siint keihiden
rannassa punaisen.

Se lailla ukkosen
rivit nyrtyvien.
Sudet talosta
suovat viimeisen.

Yksin tuulta
on tuon teurastuksen.

Ei vanhus sanaakaan,
vain haaskalinnut tarinansa tuntevat.

Multaan hautaan
vsymttmn.
Matkan ei jljelle j mitn.

Viel viima
kuljettaa.
Merkki routaisessa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin odottaen
laelle vain j.

Siivet mutta kynnet valmiina
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka viel nkevt.

[English

OF OBLIVION]

A sword in my hand,
a trail of on my chest.
Just an empty trampled to the ground
follow as I leave again.

The enemy has slain,
the defeated.
A is gnawing my rough-hewn flesh.

The icy wind
my is carried upon.
Blood o' so red, it
a mark on the ground.

And rime is
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its time to
a eagle stays still.

Yet the is changing again,
the dead and eroding what is stone.

The are silent
and the are gone.
the steam of my breath
all I see is ice.

the icy piercing wind
my is carried upon.
And it becomes clear
what here is mine.

And sky is
the mountainside.
no fear in his eyes
the one wings is watching.

against the wind
the battlefield now stands.
The forest of spears is
on the red skyshore.

rage like thunderstorm
tears the lines.
from the house of death
now grant the breath.

Alone the wind
the of slaughter now stands.

No, the old man no words
and only the may tell his tale.

the soil buried
the shards of iron.
At the end nothing is to remain.

the icy piercing wind
my is carried upon.
The mark on the frozen
will into time.

And is climbing
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its time to
a eagle stays still.

Wings they are but claws are ready
to face might be the end.

And dark is
the of war.
no fear in his eyes
the one sight is watching.