Amorphis - Song Of The Sage

No man nor
a god, with a sword he carved

With a
feather he conjured

An
instrument from the bone of fish

A kantele
from the jaws of a pike

Sat on a
golden rock, on a bank of a golden river

By the
brink of golden falls, under the golden sun

The birds
flew to the singer

The
wildfowl from the open sea

The fingers
plucked the brightest chord

Tolled the
fangs of a pike

The colours
of rainbow lighted

Above the
silent waters

Came forth
the woodland creatures, the spirits great and small

The
mistress and the master of Tapiola, forest folk

Behind a
cloud of blue, the moon wove the strands of silver

On the edge
of the cloud of red, the daylight gilded the cloth

The small
fish in the shallows, the big ones under the surface

The king of
waters, on the waves, the queen on an open sea

From
distant fens came the swans

An eagle
from its heaven high

Each one
comprehended and understood

Each one
shed a tear, they wept and cried

Each and
every tear, tears of everyone

All joined
to flow into the silent waters

The golden
stream of life carried the tears to the sea

To oceans'
deep keeps the pearls were concealed.