Sankarihauta

He arrived in the midst of destruction
To a village once so peaceful.
Roofs glowed in the colors of flames
And the blood of loved ones covered the ground.

Anger rose and reached the heavens.
So many were likely on the road to the underworld
But they still wouldn't take him with them.

Though he gathered his troops from the near defeated,
His rage alone shook the cruel resistance.
Perhaps he trampled underfoot around a hundred bodies,
Mercy was only met with an axe to the neck.

"Unleash the sword blades,
Let the cold iron be wet with vengeance!
Give them your wrath,
Drown them in a river of blood!"

"Hide behind shields,
Cowards, retreat!
If you dare to pass us,
Make sure the last one is buried!"

Few were spared to tell the tale,
So the blood continued to flow.
And so the time came for the hero as well
With his sword embroidered in hand
(But the unwavering man with brothers by his side
Will forever live in legends).