Moonsorrow — Unohduksen lapsi song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Unohduksen lapsi" by Moonsorrow.
Lyrics
Katkennut terä kädessäni,
verivana rinnallani.
Vain tyhjä huotra maahan tallattuna
seuraa kun lähden taas.
On vihollinen kaadettu,
voittamaton voitettu.
Veistettyä lihaani pelko jäytää.
Tuo viima hyytävä
nimeäni kuljettaa.
Punainen veri piirtää
merkin maahan routaiseen.
Vuoren rinnettä
huurre kapuaa.
Kuin hetkeään odottaen
laelle kotka vain jää.
Taas vaihtaa tuuli suuntaa,
se vainajia syleilee ja kivet murentaa.
On metsä autio
ja pilvet paenneet.
Katson henki höyryten
kun kaikki hiljalleen jäätyy.
Vain viima hyytävä
nimeäni kuljettaa.
Lopulta tiedän sen
mitä tulin täyttämään.
Vuoren rinnettä
taivas kuristaa.
Pelotta tarkkailee hän
jonka siivet vielä kantavat.
Yksin tuulta vastassa
seisoo orpo taistojen.
Siintää metsä keihäiden
rannassa taivaan punaisen.
Se raivo lailla ukkosen
silpoo rivit nöyrtyvien.
Sudet talosta kuoleman
suovat henkäyksen viimeisen.
Yksin tuulta vastassa
on lapsi tuon teurastuksen.
Ei vanhus sano sanaakaan,
vain haaskalinnut taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat.
Multaan hautaan kappaleet
raudan väsymättömän.
Matkan lopussa ei jäljelle jää mitään.
Vielä viima hyytävä
lauluani kuljettaa.
Merkki routaisessa maassa
aikaan katoaa.
Vuoren rinnettä
huurre kapuaa.
Kuin hetkeään odottaen
laelle kotka vain jää.
Siivet revitty mutta kynnet valmiina
loppunsa kohtaamaan.
Sodan maailmaa
pimeys kuristaa.
Pelotta tarkkailee hän
jonka silmät vielä näkevät.
A broken sword in my hand,
a trail of blood on my chest.
Just an empty scabbard trampled to the ground
will follow as I leave again.
The enemy has been slain,
the invincible defeated.
A fear is gnawing my rough-hewn flesh.
The icy piercing wind
my name is carried upon.
Blood o' so red, it draws
a mark on the frozen ground.
And rime is climbing
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its time to come
a solitary eagle stays still.
Yet the wind is changing again,
embracing the dead and eroding what is stone.
The woods are silent
and the clouds are gone.
Through the steam of my breath
all I see is turning ice.
Just the icy piercing wind
my name is carried upon.
And then it becomes clear
what part here is mine.
And sky is strangling
the mountainside.
With no fear in his eyes
the one with wings is watching.
Alone against the wind
the battlefield orphan now stands.
The forest of spears is growing
on the red skyshore.
That rage like thunderstorm
tears the humbling lines.
Wolves from the house of death
now grant the final breath.
Alone against the wind
the child of slaughter now stands.
No, the old man speaks no words
and only the vultures may tell his tale.
Into the soil buried
the shards of untiring iron.
At the journey’s end nothing is to remain.
Still the icy piercing wind
my name is carried upon.
The mark on the frozen ground
will vanish into time.
And rime is climbing
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its time to come
a solitary eagle stays still.
Wings they are torn but claws are ready
to face what might be the end.
And dark is strangling
the world of war.
With no fear in his eyes
the one with sight is watching.
Lyrics translation
A broken blade in my hand,
blood on my chest.
Just an empty blanket trampled to the ground
follow me when I leave again.
Is the enemy overthrown,
invincible defeated.
The fear of my sculpted flesh stirs.
That last chilling
my name is carrying.
Red blood draws
a sign on the ground in a row.
The hillside
the frost is blowing.
As if waiting for a moment
laelle the eagle just stays.
Another change of wind direction,
it embraces the dead and the stones crumble.
There is a forest deserted
and the clouds fled.
I watch the spirit vaporize
when everything slowly freezes.
Only the last chilling
my name is carrying.
Finally I know it
what I'm here to fill.
The hillside
the sky is choking.
Fearlessly watching him
whose wings still carry.
Alone against the wind
stands an orphan fighting.
Line the forest with spears
on the beach, the red of the sky.
It's raging like thunder.
shred the ranks of the humble.
Wolves from the House of death
give me the last breath.
Alone against the wind
there's a child in that slaughter.
The old man won't say a word.,
only vultures in the sky know their stories.
Dirt grave tracks
iron tireless.
There's nothing left at the end of the trip.
Still chilling
I'm carrying my song.
Sign in a rough country
time disappears.
The hillside
the frost is blowing.
As if waiting for a moment
laelle the eagle just stays.
Wings torn but claws ready
to face the end.
World of war
darkness strangles.
Fearlessly watching him
whose eyes can still see.
A broken sword in my hand,
a trail of blood on my chest.
Just an empty scabbard trampled to the ground
will follow as I leave again.
The enemy has been slain,
the invincible defected.
A fear is gnawing my rough-hewn flesh.
The icy Pierce wind
my name is carried upon.
Blood o ' so red, it draws
a mark on the frozen ground.
And rime is climbing
the mountainside.
As if awakening its time to come
a soldier eagle stays still.
Yet the wind is changing again,
embracing the dead and eroding what is stone.
The woods are silent
and the clouds are gone.
Through the steam of my breath
all I see is turning ice.
Just the icy piercing wind
my name is carried upon.
And then it becomes clear
what part here is mine.
And sky is strangling
the mountainside.
With no fear in his eyes
the one with wings is watching.
Alone against the wind
the battlefield orphan now stands.
The forest of spears is growing
on the red skyshore.
That rage like thunderstorm
tears the humbling lines.
Wolves from the house of death
now grant the final breath.
Alone against the wind
the child of slaughter now stands.
No, the old man speaks no words
and only the vultures may tell his tale.
Into the soil buried
the shards of untiring iron.
At the journey’s end nothing is to remain.
Still the icy piercing wind
my name is carried upon.
The mark on the frozen ground
will vanish into time.
And rime is climbing
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its time to come
a solitary eagle stays still.
Wings they are torn but claws are ready
to face what might be the end.
And dark is strangling
the world of war.
With no fear in his eyes
the one with sight is watching.