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Into Hiding
The islander slips into hiding
And takes to his heels
Out of dark Northland
The murky house of Sara
He whirled out of doors as snow
Arrives as smoke in the yard
To flee from bad deeds
There he had to become someone else
He must change his shape
As an eagle he swept up
Wanted to soar heavenward
The sun burnt his cheeks
The moon lit his brows
The Castaway
A bird flew out of Lapland An eagle from the North East One wing ruffled
the water And the other swept the sky It's tail skimmed the sea It flutters, it glides It
looks, it turns round "Why, man are you in the sea Fellow, among the billows?"
First Doom
The mountains of North Shall erupt and flames Of darkland will raise
Hail to one who hails Blood for one who bleeds O you mistress of northland Queen of
darkland I may wash my hands of the Evil master's blood For that is no man's doom Which I
bring That is child's doom And it shall be the First doom
Black Winter Day
This is how the lucky feel How the blessed think Like daybreak in spring
The sun on a spring morning But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? Like the flat brink of
a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day No, darker than that Gloomier than
an autumn night
Drowned Maid
I went to wash at the shore I went to bathe in the sea And there I, a
hen, was lost I, a bird Untimely died Let not my brother Ever in this world Water his
war-horse Upon the seashore! Waters of the sea So much blood of mine Fishes of the sea So
much flesh of mine Such the death of the young maid End of the fair little hen
In The Beginning
I have a good mind Take into my head To start of singing Began reciting
We seldom get together And meet each other On these poor borders The luckless lands of the
north Those words we have got From the North's furthest fields, From the heaths of
Kalevala
Forgotten Sunrise
Once I had a mind And thoughts was given But nowadays, in this evil age
All my sense is somewhere else Once I had a soul I was one with my god But now I am
abandoned Banished from these lies Long my tale's been in the cold For ages has lain
hidden I know how to bewitch fire And how to fame flames I know how to banish worms And
turn snakes away
To Fathers Cabin
O old man, good god Careful man of heaven Keeper of storm clouds Make
misty weather And create a tiny cloud In whose shelter I may go
Magic And Mayhem
Hey there, tiny wench My perpetual serf Put stew in a pot Bring water
for the guest Before we part Before your neck is broken You strike first Son of the north
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