Moonsorrow — Kivenkantaja song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Kivenkantaja" by Moonsorrow.
Lyrics
Äärellä veden luodolla istuen
polviin päänsä painaneena.
Laineet kolean tuulen syleilyssä
taakkansa saavat kantaakseen.
Nähnyt on tulta, nähnyt on kuolemaa
mies petojen kasvattama.
Nähnyt on hävityksen kansansa,
nähnyt mitä ei voi unohtaa.
Taivaille vannonut ikuista vihaa
kantaja miekan ruosteisen.
Kantaja kiven kironnut kuninkaita,
polttanut maat takanaan.
Laaksoihin kärsimysten,
virtaan vetten katkeruuden.
Polkuja seuraamatta
painon alle musertuen.
Äärellä veden kurjalla karilla
hahmo raskain aatoksin.
Yksin kiroaa, hiekalle laskee
kiveenhakatun kohtalon.
Ei aukene taivas, ei nouse tuuli,
pilvet rantaa varjostavat.
Hiljaisuudessa kiroaa ja odottaa
matkaaja tyhjään huomiseen.
Sitä surua ei voi unohtaa,
ei kiveä jalkoihin laskea.
Sitä vihaa ei voi tukahduttaa,
on hulluus kiven painona.
Sitting on a rock by the sea
with head bown to his knees.
Caressed by the coldest wind
the silent waves receive his burden.
Fire has he seen and death as well,
man grown up by beasts.
Destruction has he seen, of his own people,
seen what cannot be unmade.
Eternal hatred to all heavens
by a corroded blade he swore.
The bearer of stone, cursed has he kings
and burnt all the land behind.
To valleys of suffering,
into the stream of bitter rivers.
Aside paths made by man,
ever under crushing weight.
On an isolated rock by the sea
there sits a grief-stricken man.
Alone he curses and lays on the sand
a weighing fate carved in stone.
Yet skies don’t open, no wind shall rise
and clouds they shadow the shore.
In silence a roamer curses and waits
until another tomorrow.
An unforgotten grief
ever carried with the stone.
An unforsaken hatred,
madness weighing down the stone.
Lyrics translation
Sitting on the water's edge
knee-high.
Ripples in the embrace of the chilly wind
they're carrying their burdens.
See is fire, See Is Death
man raised by beasts.
Seen is the destruction of his people,
seen what can't be forgotten.
Eternal wrath sworn to the heavens
the bearer of the rusty sword.
The bearer of the stone cursed the Kings,
burned the land behind him.
Valleys of suffering,
the bitterness of the waters.
Without following the paths
under the weight, crushing.
At the edge of the water on the squalid rocks
a character with a heavy mind.
Cursing alone, laying on the sand
the fate of the stone.
No sky opening, no wind rising,
clouds shadow the beach.
In silence curse and wait
traveller to empty tomorrow.
That sorrow cannot be forgotten,
no stone to lower your feet.
You can't suppress that anger,
there's madness in the weight of a stone.
Sitting on a rock by the sea
with head bow to his knees.
Caressed by the coldest wind
the silent waves receive his burden.
Fire has he seen and death as well,
man grown up by beasts.
Destruction has he seen, of his own people,
see what cannot be unmade.
Eternal hatched to all heavens
by a corroded blade he swore.
The bearer of stone, cursed has he kings
and burn all the land behind.
To valleys of suffering,
into the stream of bitter rivers.
Weapon paths made by man,
ever under crushing weight.
Is an isolated rock by the sea
there sit a grief-stricken man.
Alone he curses and lays on the sand
a weighing fate carved in stone.
Yet skies don't open, no wind shall rise
and clouds they shadow the shore.
In silence a roamer curses and waits
until another tomorrow.
An unforgotten grief
ever carried with the stone.
An unforsaken hatred,
madness weighing down the stone.