Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

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

On kaadettu,
voitettu.
Veistetty pelko jyt.

Tuo hyytv
kuljettaa.
Punainen veri
merkin routaiseen.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin odottaen
laelle vain j.

Taas tuuli suuntaa,
se syleilee ja kivet murentaa.

On mets
ja paenneet.
Katson hyryten
kun hiljalleen jtyy.

Vain hyytv
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

rinnett
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka viel kantavat.

tuulta vastassa
seisoo taistojen.
mets keihiden
rannassa punaisen.

Se raivo lailla
rivit nyrtyvien.
Sudet kuoleman
henkyksen viimeisen.

Yksin vastassa
on tuon teurastuksen.

Ei sano sanaakaan,
vain haaskalinnut tarinansa tuntevat.

Multaan kappaleet
vsymttmn.
Matkan lopussa ei j mitn.

Viel hyytv
kuljettaa.
Merkki maassa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin odottaen
kotka vain j.

Siivet revitty mutta kynnet
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
silmt viel nkevt.

[English

OF OBLIVION]

A broken in my hand,
a of blood 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 is carried upon.
Blood o' so red, it
a mark on the ground.

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

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

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

Just the icy piercing
my name is upon.
And then it clear
part here is mine.

And sky is
the mountainside.
With no in his eyes
the one with is watching.

Alone the wind
the orphan now stands.
The forest of spears is
on the red skyshore.

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

Alone the wind
the child of now stands.

No, the old man speaks no
and the vultures 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 on the frozen ground
will vanish time.

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

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

And is strangling
the of war.
With no in his eyes
the one with is watching.