Amorphis
song of the troubled one
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What the thrush 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 mittens
The sea swell rumbles and the wind it blows
And the king hears it from five miles away
From six directions, from seven back woods
From eight heaths away the wind still blows
The farmer hammers and tempers his spears
Marries off his sons
Hands out his daughters
In boots clogged with clay in fancy mittens
Song of the troubled one
- Album:
- Under the Red Cloud
- Circle
- The Beginning Of Times
- Skyforger
- Eclipse
- Far from the Sun
- Am Universum
- Tuonela
- Elegy
- Black Winter Day (EP)
- Tales from the Thousand Lakes
- Privilege of Evil (EP)
- The Karelian Isthmus
- Miscellaneous
- Forging the Land of Thousand Lakes
- Magic and Mayhem - Tales from the Early Years
- Sacrifice
- Nuclear Blast Presents Best Metal 2015
- Nuclear Blast Showdown Fall 2015
- Death of a King