Soulgrind
rutja s rapids through the river of the otherworld
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So the light changes to the front
It vanishes in the foam by the turning of one wind
A whisper rings through the cold night
Then all once more is still
Upon the barren fell-top
Hiisi's maidens are laughing
Singing with their hair flying in a whistling gale
From every side, every clearing, every mountain gorge
Clearing, twisting, burning, looking up for terror
Maidens twine in their hair, looking up for terror
The man who has done no murder
Rutja's revenge is coming
Down from the barren-fell top
It comes on like a blizzard
Whistling like a gale
Embracing, kissing, sucking the warm life
Take me to be Hiisi's own wife, bury me under the snow
A wolf howls, the rapids foam, in the morning the sun's glare