Korpiklaani — Rauta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Rauta" by Korpiklaani.
Lyrics
Viere vaino, vihavieras,
Kulki kauhu, Hiien heitto,
Polki mannert', anturaine
Tarpahutti tuhokoura.
Sai se yhen vastahansa,
Yhen miehen mäkimailta,
Kera vasken valituimman,
Rautakouran eikkuvimman.
Veti miekan, riisti rauan,
Tempo, tuisko, terävällä!
Väisi, viilti, veisti, voitti!
Maistoi mustaa mahtia.
Turmel' päitä tappoteivas,
Välähytti väkirauta.
Repi, ruhjo, raiskas', riehki,
Vihaan sorti, vainolaisen.
Helkky loiste metsämailta,
Valokannel vaarahilta,
Soitto soiton sankarista,
Veisti virren voittajasta:
Se on Kauko Suomen seppo,
Tannermaitten takomiesi,
Kuka tako mahtirauan,
Kalkutteli väkivasken.
Riemu, rauha, rajuköyry,
Voittovakka vimmatuuli,
Vallitsevi vaarahilla,
Mekastavi metsämailla.
Persecution, hate, fear, Hiisi!
Trampling foot, hand of doom.
One stood up, a man from the mountains
With the steel, the most selected kind
Drew the sword, pulled the steel,
Smashed, hit with the sharp one!
Dodged, slashed, cut, won!
Had a piece of dark force.
Crushed the head, the tool of death,
In the flash of the steel.
Tore, mangled, raped, stormed,
Cut down the persecutor
Sweet music from the forests,
Sound of kantele from the mountains.
Played a song about a hero
Told a story about a winner:
Drew the sword, pulled the steel…
That is Kauko, smith of Finland
Master of the wrought iron,
One who forged the mighty steel,
One who brought down the Hiisi.
Rejoicing, peace, rough party,
Stormwind of victory,
Going on the mountain sides,
Racket in the forest land.
Drew the sword, pulled the steel…
Lyrics translation
Next to persecution, guest of hate,
Terror, sweat-throwing,
Polki mannert', sensor
It was a destructive mound.
Got it all together,
A single man from the hills,
Kera Vaske's most elected,
The best of the Ironclads.
Drew the sword, took raua,
Tempo, fire, sharp!
Slash, slash, carve, win!
Tasted Black Power.
Corrupting heads with a killing streak,
It was a pop-up.
Tear, bruise, rape', rampage,
I hate the sorti, the persecuted.
A hell of a glow from The Woodlands,
Light deck from vaarah,
A call from the hero of the call,
Carved a hymn from the winner:
It's remote Finland seppo,
The tannermaites you forged,
Who will forge the Great Barrier,
Calcutta was forced.
Joy, peace, fierce vapor,
Winning frenzy,
Prevailing on vaarahilla,
Mekastavi in The Woodlands.
Personality, hate, fear, Goblin!
Trampling foot, hand of doom.
One stood up, a man from the mountains
With the steel, the most selected kind
Drew the sword, pulled the steel,
Smashed, hit with the sharp one!
Dogged, slashed, cut, won!
Had a piece of dark force.
Crushed the head, the tool of death,
In the flash of the steel.
Tore, mangled, raped, stormed,
Cut down the person
Sweet music from the forests,
Sound of kantele from the mountains.
Played a song about a hero
Told a story about a winner:
Drew the sword, pulled the steel…
That is Kauko, smith of Finland
Master of the wrought iron,
One who forgot the mighty steel,
One who broughts down the Goblin.
Rejoicing, peace, rough party,
Stormwind of victory,
Going on the mountain sides,
Racket in the forest land.
Drew the sword, pulled the steel…