Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

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

On kaadettu,
voitettu.
Veistetty pelko jyt.

Tuo hyytv
kuljettaa.
Punainen piirt
maahan routaiseen.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin odottaen
laelle kotka j.

Taas vaihtaa suuntaa,
se syleilee ja kivet murentaa.

On mets
ja paenneet.
Katson hyryten
kun hiljalleen jtyy.

viima hyytv
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

rinnett
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
siivet viel kantavat.

Yksin tuulta
seisoo taistojen.
mets keihiden
rannassa punaisen.

Se raivo ukkosen
silpoo nyrtyvien.
talosta kuoleman
suovat viimeisen.

Yksin tuulta
on lapsi teurastuksen.

Ei sano sanaakaan,
vain haaskalinnut taivaalla tuntevat.

Multaan kappaleet
vsymttmn.
Matkan ei jljelle j mitn.

Viel hyytv
kuljettaa.
Merkki maassa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
kotka vain j.

Siivet revitty kynnet valmiina
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
silmt viel nkevt.

[English

OF OBLIVION]

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

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

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

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

Yet the is changing again,
embracing the 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 name is upon.
And then it clear
what part is mine.

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

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

That like thunderstorm
tears the lines.
Wolves from the house of
now the final breath.

Alone the wind
the of slaughter now stands.

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

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

the icy piercing wind
my name is upon.
The on the frozen ground
will into time.

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

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

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