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| Released | 1996 |
| Comments | Elegy is my favorite Amorphis's album. It is the best. Compared to their previous releases, this is one is the best. Featuring three new members; Kim Rantala (Keyboard and Chordian), Pekka Kasari (drums) and Pasi Koskinen (Lead clean vocals). So now Amorphis has two vocals, Tomi handles the growl parts while Pasi sings the clean part. They've changed the musical style to progressive and catchy, no more the doomy feeling like Tales. This is a no doubt an Amorphis album. |
| Lyrics | Available |
Better UnbornBetter it would be for me And better it would have been Had I not been born, not grown Not been brought into the world Not had to come to this earth Not been suckled for the world If I’d died a three-night--old Been lost in my swaddling band I’d have needed but a span of cloth A span more of wood, But a cubit of good earth Two words from the priest Three verses from the cantor One clang from the bell Against WidowsThe Devil weds a widow Death another’s leftovers Better to lie on a willows Rest on alder boughs Than upon a widow’s pillow Sweeter the side of a fense Than a widow’s flank Softer the side of a grove Than a widow’s beside is The Devil weds a widow The grave one twice wed A widow’s hand is rougher Than a dry spruce bought With which she strikes the playful Grabs the one who laughs A widow has had her games And spent a merry evening
The OrphanThe calloo’s spirits are low Swimming on the chill water But the orphan’s are lower Walking down the village street. The sparrow’s belly is chill Sitting on the icy bough But my belly is more chill As I step from glade to glade. The dove’s heart is cold As it pecks the village rick But I’m colder still As I drink the icy water.
On Rich and PoorOld folk remember And those today learn How before their time Life was different here: Without the sun people lived Groped about without the moon With candles sowing was done Planting performed with torches. At the time we lived Without the sunshine Who had covered up our sun And who had hidden our moon? Without the moonlight stumbled With our fists fumbled the land With ourhands we sought out roads With hands roads, with fingers swamps We could not live without sun Nor manage without moonlight; Who would seek out the sun Who spy out the moon? Who else if not God The one son of God? My KanteleTruly they lie, they talk utter nonsense Who say that music reckon that the Kantele Was fashioned by a god Out of a great pike’s shoulders From a water-dog’s hooked bones: It was made from the grief Moulded from sorrow Its belly out of hard days Its soundboard from endless woes Its strings gathered from torments And its pegs from other ills So it not play, will not rejoice at all Music will not play to please Give off the right sort of joy For it was fashioned from cares Moulded from sorrow.
CaresMany rocks the rapid has A lot of billows the sea More plentiful are my cares Than cones on a spruce Beard moss on a juniper Gnarls upon a pine bark Knobs upon a fir husks on a grass-top Boughs on a bad tree. drag my cares away Carry off my grieves For no horse can draw No iron-shod jerk Without the shaft-bow shaking off The cares of this skinny one The sorrows of this black bird Song of the Troubled OneWhat the thrush toils at The partridge asks for The hapless one takes The troubled one steals Puts upon a spade Sets on a runner Hides under a door Shields with a bath-whisk The farmer hammers And tempers his spears Marries off his sons Hands out his daughters In boots clogged with clay In fancy mittens The sea-swell rumbles And the wind it blows And the king hears it From five miles away From six directions From seven backwoods From eight heaths away.
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