Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

ter kdessni,
rinnallani.
Vain huotra 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 vaihtaa suuntaa,
se vainajia syleilee ja murentaa.

On autio
ja paenneet.
Katson hyryten
kun kaikki jtyy.

Vain hyytv
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

rinnett
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka siivet kantavat.

Yksin tuulta
seisoo taistojen.
Siint keihiden
rannassa punaisen.

Se raivo ukkosen
silpoo nyrtyvien.
talosta kuoleman
suovat viimeisen.

Yksin tuulta
on tuon teurastuksen.

Ei vanhus sanaakaan,
vain haaskalinnut tarinansa tuntevat.

Multaan kappaleet
vsymttmn.
Matkan lopussa ei j mitn.

Viel hyytv
kuljettaa.
Merkki maassa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
laelle kotka j.

Siivet revitty mutta valmiina
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka silmt nkevt.

translation:]

[CHILD OF

A broken in my hand,
a of blood on my chest.
Just an empty scabbard to the ground
follow as I leave again.

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

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

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

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

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

Just the icy wind
my is carried upon.
And then it clear
part here is mine.

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

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

That rage thunderstorm
the humbling lines.
Wolves from the house of
now the final breath.

Alone against the
the child of now stands.

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

Into the buried
the of untiring iron.
At the journey's end is to remain.

Still the icy piercing
my is carried upon.
The on the frozen ground
vanish into time.

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

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

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