Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

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

On kaadettu,
voitettu.
Veistetty pelko jyt.

Tuo viima
kuljettaa.
Punainen veri
maahan routaiseen.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
kotka vain j.

Taas tuuli suuntaa,
se vainajia syleilee ja murentaa.

On mets
ja paenneet.
Katson hyryten
kun kaikki jtyy.

Vain hyytv
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

rinnett
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
siivet viel kantavat.

Yksin vastassa
orpo taistojen.
Siint mets
taivaan punaisen.

Se raivo lailla
silpoo nyrtyvien.
talosta kuoleman
suovat viimeisen.

Yksin tuulta
on lapsi teurastuksen.

Ei vanhus sanaakaan,
haaskalinnut taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat.

Multaan hautaan
vsymttmn.
Matkan ei jljelle j mitn.

Viel viima
kuljettaa.
Merkki maassa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
laelle kotka j.

Siivet revitty mutta valmiina
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka silmt nkevt.

[English

[CHILD OF

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

The enemy has slain,
the defeated.
A fear is gnawing my flesh.

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

And is climbing
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its to come
a solitary eagle still.

Yet the wind is 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.
With no in his eyes
the one wings is watching.

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

That rage like
tears the lines.
Wolves the house of death
now the final breath.

against the wind
the of slaughter now stands.

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

Into the soil
the of untiring iron.
At the end nothing is to remain.

Still the icy piercing
my name is upon.
The mark on the ground
will vanish time.

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

Wings they are torn but are ready
to face what be the end.

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