Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

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

On kaadettu,
voitettu.
Veistetty pelko jyt.

Tuo viima
kuljettaa.
Punainen veri
merkin routaiseen.

rinnett
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
laelle vain j.

vaihtaa tuuli suuntaa,
se vainajia ja kivet murentaa.

On mets
ja paenneet.
Katson henki
kun kaikki jtyy.

viima hyytv
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

Vuoren
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
siivet viel kantavat.

Yksin tuulta
seisoo taistojen.
Siint keihiden
rannassa punaisen.

Se raivo lailla
silpoo nyrtyvien.
Sudet talosta
suovat viimeisen.

Yksin vastassa
on lapsi teurastuksen.

Ei sano sanaakaan,
vain taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat.

Multaan hautaan
vsymttmn.
Matkan lopussa ei j mitn.

Viel hyytv
kuljettaa.
Merkki routaisessa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
kotka vain j.

Siivet mutta kynnet valmiina
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka silmt nkevt.

translation:]

[CHILD OF

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

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

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

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

Yet the is changing 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.

the icy piercing wind
my name is upon.
And then it clear
what here is mine.

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

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

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

Alone against the
the child of now stands.

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

the soil buried
the shards of iron.
At the journey's end is to remain.

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

And rime is
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its to come
a eagle 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 with is watching.