Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

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

On kaadettu,
voitettu.
Veistetty lihaani jyt.

Tuo viima
kuljettaa.
Punainen veri
merkin routaiseen.

rinnett
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
kotka vain j.

Taas tuuli suuntaa,
se vainajia ja kivet murentaa.

On mets
ja paenneet.
Katson hyryten
kun hiljalleen jtyy.

Vain viima
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

rinnett
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
siivet viel kantavat.

Yksin vastassa
seisoo taistojen.
mets keihiden
rannassa punaisen.

Se lailla ukkosen
silpoo nyrtyvien.
Sudet talosta
suovat viimeisen.

tuulta vastassa
on lapsi teurastuksen.

Ei vanhus sanaakaan,
vain taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat.

Multaan hautaan
vsymttmn.
Matkan lopussa ei j mitn.

viima hyytv
kuljettaa.
Merkki maassa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
laelle kotka j.

Siivet revitty kynnet valmiina
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
tarkkailee hn
jonka silmt nkevt.

[English

[CHILD OF

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

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

The icy piercing
my name is upon.
o' so red, it draws
a on the frozen ground.

And rime is
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its to come
a solitary stays still.

Yet the wind is again,
embracing the and eroding what is stone.

The woods are
and the are gone.
Through the of my breath
all I see is ice.

Just the icy wind
my name is upon.
And then it becomes
part here is mine.

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

Alone against the
the orphan now stands.
The of spears is growing
on the red skyshore.

That rage like
the humbling lines.
Wolves from the of death
now grant the breath.

Alone the wind
the of slaughter now stands.

No, the old man speaks no
and the vultures may tell his tale.

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

Still the icy wind
my is carried upon.
The mark on the ground
will into time.

And rime is
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its to come
a solitary 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.