Ämmänhauta

Once under the moon and sun
Life's mornings faded away
In a place of hidden secrets
By the shores of Vesilahti
Gave spirits a chance to thrive
One was skilled, the other wise
But no third life was granted
To have a day of its own

Wanted to hear belonging
To be taken without a fight
To carry his body forward
Others bear the weight of the land
That which quickly leaves my body
Hurries through my days
Carries far my burdens
The moonlight has risen high

That which quickly leaves my grave
Even as a stranger passing by
Walking foot by foot along
Connecting with its own life

Each day that passes
Allows the morning's fire
There lies my grave for resting
Where my beginnings fade away

Death claims its own
Takes the wise from the land
So goes the four men
Carrying the weight of knowledge

But the wheel has already risen
Lifted by the golden day
So it's time to lie down
A place to turn to dust

As the harvest of years
Even after a thousand years
From a place of hidden secrets
By the shores of Vesilahti
Knowledge of the place has fled
A story from memory has come
Soon longing for the moon
Gone to rest for the day

That which quickly leaves my grave
Even as a stranger passing by
Walking foot by foot along
Connecting with its own life
From there it breaks the oak grove
Turns the rowan into pieces
From there it snaps the birch branch
Heading to the pine's land

That which quickly leaves my grave
Even as a stranger passing by
Walking foot by foot along
Connecting with its own life
From there it breaks the oak grove
Turns the rowan into pieces
From there it snaps the birch branch
Heading to the pine's land