Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

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

On kaadettu,
voitettu.
Veistetty lihaani jyt.

Tuo hyytv
kuljettaa.
Punainen veri
maahan routaiseen.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
laelle vain j.

Taas vaihtaa suuntaa,
se vainajia syleilee ja murentaa.

On mets
ja paenneet.
Katson hyryten
kun hiljalleen jtyy.

Vain viima
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

Vuoren
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
siivet viel kantavat.

Yksin tuulta
seisoo taistojen.
Siint keihiden
taivaan punaisen.

Se raivo lailla
silpoo nyrtyvien.
Sudet kuoleman
suovat viimeisen.

tuulta vastassa
on tuon teurastuksen.

Ei sano sanaakaan,
vain haaskalinnut taivaalla tuntevat.

Multaan hautaan
vsymttmn.
Matkan lopussa ei j mitn.

viima hyytv
kuljettaa.
Merkki maassa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
kotka vain j.

Siivet mutta kynnet valmiina
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
silmt viel nkevt.

[English

[CHILD OF

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

against the wind
the battlefield now stands.
The forest of spears is
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 only the vultures may his tale.

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

Still the icy piercing
my name is upon.
The on the frozen ground
will into 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 is strangling
the of war.
With no fear in his
the one with is watching.