Ajattara
Miscellaneous
Ninth
The south wind is silent
No wound leaf sighs
On the stone sat a girl in pain
There is only a complaint of the persecuted
Cross burned in my chest
A lie hammered into my heart
Drank that poison
Now I lift the hammer from the ground
There is no one left here
Everything is quiet
There is no one left here
Everything is cold
On the stone of Hornanvaara
Alone I think
A girl in pain sleeps on the stone
It is only a sigh of someone trampled to the ground
Anger burned the chest
A flame of a fiery hammer
A black mind soldered
I hit the flesh with a hammer