Lyrics Song of the Troubled One - Amorphis

Song of the Troubled One

What the trust toils at
The partridge asks for
The hapless one takes
The troubled one steals
Puts upon a spade
Sets on a runner
Hides under a door
Shields with a bath-whisk
The farmer hammers
And tempers his spears
Marries off his sons
Hands out his daughters
In boots clogged with clay
In fancy mittensThe sea-swell rumbles
And the wind it blow
And the king hears it
From six directions
From seven backwoods