raunioita tuhotun kaupungin vierest katsellen
vai ylpuolella auringon eksyneen taivasta halkoen?
koska kuoli tuo kurja
olento, tied en
kynnet selssn hetken levht
kasvot hiekassa hetki katoaa
liian kauas katseensa hamuaa
kun eivt
kotkatkaan pilviss lenn
on rauta voimaton aikaa vastaan
kaikki aseensa joutuvat laskemaan
ja kaiken turhuuden unohtaen
suohon
ptyy viel tmkin
vain tuhkaa poltetun kaupungin unet valloittajien
ylpuolella auringon tyhjyys olkoon maa
tlt
karkoitettujen
kynnet selssn hetken levht
kasvot hiekassa hetki katoaa
hitain askelin liian kaukaa
moni
itselleen aarteita saalistaa
on rauta voimaton aikaa vastaan
kaikki lihassaan joutuvat kitumaan
turha on vsyneen
odottaa
kuka valmis on matkastaan luopumaan
tll tiell ei kukaan kulje meit vastaan
lopulta aika palkitsee
mink ajassa
ihminen krsii
kuolema kalventaa kaikkien kasvot
jtt ruumiit kynsiin korppien
miekasta nielet veren jonka lasket
suohon pdyt
viel sinkin
puiden oksilla, vuorten rinteill
istuvat vaiti nuo hahmot
vain odottaen ett polvillesi putoat
ja kasvosi
hiekkaan painat
et en liiku, silloin tiedt...
[English translation:]
[Carrion]
staring the ruins of a defeated
town
or splitting the sky lost beyond the sun?
when did that miserable being die, i know not
claws in his back he lays to
rest
face in the sand and it all is gone
too far his stare is trying to reach
while eagles soar below the clouds
iron has
no strength against time
all have to lay down their arms
and to forget all that is vain
into the swamp this will end
mere
ashes of a burnt town the dreams of conquerors
the void beyond the sun now the land for the banished
claws in his back he lays
to rest
face in the sand and it all is gone
by slow footsteps from too far away
many are claiming treasures for
themselves
iron has no strength against time
all are destined in the torment of flesh
in vain the tired will wait
who are
ready to give up their journey
for on this path none will cross our way
eventually time will repay
what man has suffered in
time
faces turn pale in death
and corpses are left for the crows
by the sword shall you swallow the blood you have let
into
the swamp you will end
on the branches of trees, on the mountain slopes
those silent figures are watching
waiting for you to
fall on your knees
and to bury your face in the sand
you no longer move, it's when you know...