From laws forgotten
Tomorrow is dictated
In sorrow the blessed
In the name are baptized
From the hands of the dead
In faith is poured
For moments of joy
Rarely sung anymore
Night we can be veiled
Darkness, I guess Tuonela
Night can be veiled us
Darkness, so Tuonela
Let's atone for sins and
Trading in envy
Even shame has its measure
But not with fathers' grudge
A lap doesn't feel mercy
A fist doesn't legislate
Good deeds have been lived
Wise words betrayed
The night can cover us
In the dark, I guess To Tuonela
Let the night cover us
To the dark, then to Tuonela
Last days
Triumph of the Romanians
Catharsis of the lords
Complaint of the oppressed
Last call
From the room of Mr.
Lobotomy of trust
Dawn of soullessness