Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unohduksen lapsi, artist - Moonsorrow. Album song Kivenkantaja, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 09.03.2003
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Finnish(Suomi)
Unohduksen lapsi(original) |
Katkennut terä kädessäni |
Verivana rinnallani |
Vain tyhjä huotra maahan tallattuna |
Seuraa kun lähden taas |
On vihollinen kaadettu |
Voittamaton voitettu |
Veistettyä lihaani pelko jäytää |
Tuo viima hyytävä |
Nimeäni kuljettaa |
Punainen veri piirtää |
Merkin maahan routaiseen |
Vuoren rinnettä |
Huurre kapuaa |
Kuin hetkeään odottaen |
Laelle kotka vain jää |
Taas vaihtaa tuuli suuntaa |
Se vainajia syleilee ja kivet murentaa |
On metsä autio |
Ja pilvet paenneet |
Katson henki höyryten |
Kun kaikki hiljalleen jäätyy |
Vain viima hyytävä |
Nimeäni kuljettaa |
Lopulta tiedän sen |
Mitä tulin täyttämään |
Vuoren rinnettä |
Taivas kuristaa |
Pelotta tarkkailee hän |
Jonka siivet vielä kantavat |
Yksin tuulta vastassa |
Seisoo orpo taistojen |
Siintää metsä keihäiden |
Rannassa taivaan punaisen |
Se raivo lailla ukkosen |
Silpoo rivit nöyrtyvien |
Sudet talosta kuoleman |
Suovat henkäyksen viimeisen |
Yksin tuulta vastassa |
On lapsi tuon teurastuksen |
Ei vanhus sano sanaakaan |
Vain haaskalinnut taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat |
Multaan hautaan kappaleet |
Raudan väsymättömän |
Matkan lopussa ei jäljelle jää mitään |
Vielä viima hyytävä |
Lauluani kuljettaa |
Merkki routaisessa maassa |
Aikaan katoaa |
Vuoren rinnettä |
Huurre kapuaa |
Kuin hetkeään odottaen |
Laelle kotka vain jää |
Siivet revitty mutta kynnet valmiina |
Loppunsa kohtaamaan |
Sodan maailmaa |
Pimeys kuristaa |
Pelotta tarkkailee hän |
Jonka silmät vielä näkevät |
A broken sword in my hand |
A trail of blood on my chest |
Just an empty scabbard trampled to the ground |
Will follow as I leave again |
The enemy has been slain |
The invincible defeated |
A fear is gnawing my rough-hewn flesh |
The icy piercing wind |
My name is carried upon |
Blood o' so red, it draws |
A mark on the frozen ground |
And rime is climbing |
The mountainside |
As if awaiting it’s time to come |
A solitary eagle stays still |
Yet the wind is changing again |
Embracing the dead and eroding what is stone |
The woods are silent |
And the clouds are gone |
Through the steam of my breath |
All I see is turning ice |
Just the icy piercing wind |
My name is carried upon |
And then it becomes clear |
What part here is mine |
And sky is strangling |
The mountainside |
With no fear in his eyes |
The one with wings is watching |
Alone against the wind |
The battlefield orphan now stands |
The forest of spears is growing |
On the red skyshore |
That rage like thunderstorm |
Tears the humbling lines |
Wolves from the house of death |
Now grant the final breath |
Alone against the wind |
The child of slaughter now stands |
No, the old man speaks no words |
And only the vultures may tell his tale |
Into the soil buried |
The shards of untiring iron |
At the journey’s end nothing is to remain |
Still the icy piercing wind |
My name is carried upon |
The mark on the frozen ground |
Will vanish into time |
And rime is climbing |
The mountainside |
As if awaiting it’s time to come |
A solitary eagle stays still |
Wings they are torn but claws are ready |
To face what might be the end |
And dark is strangling |
The world of war |
With no fear in his eyes |
The one with sight is watching |
(translation) |
Broken blade in my hand |
Bloody next to me |
Only an empty scabbard trampled to the ground |
Follow when I leave again |
The enemy has been overthrown |
Invincible won |
The fear of my carved flesh freezes |
Bring the cold |
My name carries |
Red blood draws |
A sign on the ground frosty |
Mountain slope |
The frost rushes |
Like waiting for a moment |
Only an eagle is left on the ceiling |
Again, the wind changes direction |
It embraces the dead and crushes the stones |
There is a forest desert |
And the clouds fled |
I watch the spirit in steam |
When everything slowly freezes |
Just a chill |
My name carries |
I finally know it |
What I came to fulfill |
Mountain slope |
The sky is choking |
He watches fearlessly |
Whose wings still carry |
Alone against the wind |
Standing in orphan battles |
There are spears in the forest |
On the shore of the sky red |
It rages like thunder |
Shreds the lines of the humble |
Wolves from the house of death |
Protect your breath for the last time |
Alone against the wind |
There is a child of that slaughter |
The old man doesn't say a word |
Only the birds of prey in the sky know their stories |
The songs in the mold grave |
Iron tireless |
There is nothing left at the end of the trip |
Still freezing |
My songs carry |
A sign in a frosty country |
Time will pass |
Mountain slope |
The frost rushes |
Like waiting for a moment |
Only an eagle is left on the ceiling |
Wings torn but nails ready |
To end it |
The world of war |
Darkness strangles |
He watches fearlessly |
Whose eyes still see |
A broken Sword in my hand |
A trail of blood is my chest |
Just an empty scabbard trampled to the ground |
Will follow as I leave again |
The Enemy has been slain |
The Invincible defeated |
Fear is gnawing my rough-hewn flesh |
The icy piercing wind |
My name is carried upon |
Blood o 'so red, it draws |
A mark on the frozen ground |
And rime is climbing |
The mountainside |
As if Awaiting is time to come |
A solitary eagle stays still |
Yet the wind is changing again |
Embracing the dead and eroding what is stone |
The Woods are silent |
And the clouds are gone |
Through the steam of my breath |
All I see is turning ice |
Just the icy piercing wind |
My name is carried upon |
And then it becomes clear |
What part here is mine |
And the sky is strangling |
The mountainside |
With no fear in his eyes |
The one with wings is watching |
Alone against the wind |
The Battlefield Orphan now stands |
The forest of Spears is growing |
On the red skyshore |
That rage like thunderstorm |
Tears the humbling lines |
Wolves from the house of death |
Now grant the final breath |
Alone against the wind |
The child of Slaughter now stands |
Well, the old man speaks no words |
And only the vultures may tell his tale |
Into the soil buried |
The shards of untiring iron |
At the journey’s end nothing is to remain |
Still the icy piercing wind |
My name is carried upon |
The mark on the frozen ground |
Will vanish into time |
And rime is climbing |
The mountainside |
As if Awaiting is time to come |
A solitary eagle stays still |
Wings they are torn but claws are ready |
To face what might be the end |
And dark is strangling |
The world of war |
With no fear in his eyes |
The one with sight is watching |