Lyrics of Kivenkantaja - Moonsorrow

Kivenkantaja (original)

«¤rell¤ veden luodolla istuen
polviin p¤¤ns¤ painaneena.
Laineet kolean tuulen syleilyss¤
taakkansa saavat kantaakseen.
N¤hnyt on tulta, n¤hnyt on kuolemaa
mies petojen kasvattama.
N¤hnyt on h¤vityksen kansansa,
n¤hnyt mit¤ ei voi unohtaa.
Taivaille vannonut ikuista vihaa
kantaja miekan ruosteisen.
Kantaja kiven kironnut kuninkaita,
polttanut maat takanaan.
Laaksoihin k¤rsimysten,
virtaan vetten katkeruuden.
Polkuja seuraamatta
painon alle musertuen.
«¤rell¤ veden kurjalla karilla
hahmo raskain aatoksin.
Yksin kiroaa, hiekalle laskee
kiveenhakatun kohtalon.
Ei aukene taivas, ei nouse tuuli,
pilvet rantaa varjostavat.
Hiljaisuudessa kiroaa ja odottaa
matkaaja tyhj¤¤n huomiseen.
Sit¤ surua ei voi unohtaa,
ei kive¤ jalkoihin laskea.
Sit¤ vihaa ei voi tukahduttaa,
on hulluus kiven painona.
Sitting on a rock by the sea
with head bown to his knees.
Caressed by the coldest wind
the silent waves receive his burden.
Fire has he seen and death as well,
man grown up by beasts.
Destruction has he seen, of his own people,
seen what cannot be unmade.
Eternal hatred to all heavens
by a corroded blade he swore.
The bearer of stone, cursed has he kings
and burnt all the land behind.
To valleys of suffering,
into the stream of bitter rivers.
Aside paths made by man,
ever under crushing weight.
On an isolated rock by the sea
there sits a grief-stricken man.
Alone he curses and lays on the sand
a weighing fate carved in stone.
Yet skies don’t open, no wind shall rise
and clouds they shadow the shore.
In silence a roamer curses and waits
until another tomorrow.
An unforgotten grief
ever carried with the stone.
An unforsaken hatred,
madness weighing down the stone.

(translation)

«Sitting on a water islet
with his knees depressed.
Waves in the embrace of a cold wind
bear their burdens.
I have seen fire, I have seen death
a man raised by beasts.
He has seen the destruction of his people,
seen what cannot be forgotten.
I swore to heaven forever
carrier sword rusty.
The plaintiff stone cursed the kings,
burned the lands behind them.
The valleys of suffering,
in the flow of water bitterness.
Without following the paths
under weight crushing.
«At the water's miserable reef
character with heavy atoms.
Cursing alone, falling to the sand
the fate of the stone-cut.
The sky will not open, the wind will not rise,
clouds shade the beach.
In silence, curse and wait
traveler empty tomorrow.
That sorrow cannot be forgotten,
no stones fall to the feet.
That anger cannot be suppressed,
is madness as the weight of a stone.
Sitting on a rock by the sea
with head bown to his knees.
Caressed by the coldest wind
the silent waves receive his burden.
Fire has he seen and died as well,
man grown up by Beasts.
Destruction has he seen, of his own people,
seen what cannot be unmade.
Eternal hatred to all Heavens
by a corroded blade he swore.
The bearer of stone, Cursed has he kings
and burnt all the land behind.
To the valleys of suffering,
into the stream of bitter Rivers.
Aside paths made by man,
ever under crushing weight.
On an isolated rock by the sea
there sits a grief-stricken man.
Alone he curses and lays on the sand
a weighing Fate carved in stone.
Yet skies not open, no wind shall rise
and clouds they shadow the shore.
In silence a roamer curses and waits
until another Tomorrow.
An unforgotten grief
ever carried with the stone.
An unforsaken hatred,
Madness weighing down the stone.