Amberian Dawn
birth of the harp
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The ancient singer went*
Lamenting through the forest
Heard the birch wailing
Now drawing nearer he asks the sacred birch tree
"Why art thou weeping?"
Giving wood a shape of a harp
Weep no more thou sacred birch tree
Grieve no more, my dear friend and my brother
I will turn thy grief to joy and fortune
Make thee laugh and sing with gladness and joy
The ancient singer made
A magic harp from birch wood
Fashioned of summer
He takes the harp in his hands
Turns the arch up, looking skyward
And magic notes follow
Weep no more thou sacred birch tree
Grieve no more, my dear friend and my brother
I will turn thy grief to joy and fortune
Make thee laugh and sing with gladness and joy
- Álbum:
- Innuendo
- Magic Forest
- Re-Evolution
- Circus Black
- End Of Eden
- The Clouds Of Northland Thunder
- Arctica (Single)
- Miscellaneous
- River Of Tuoni
- Fame & Gloria
- Symphonic & Opera Metal Vol. 2
- The Clouds Of Nortland Thunder
- Kokko - Eagle Of Fire
- Cold Kiss
- Kokko-Eagle of Fire (2013 Version)
- Gothic Spirits 19
- Gothic Rock
- Symphonic & Opera Metal Vol. 1
- Darkness of Eternity
- Amberian Dawn