Album: Verisäkeet (2005)Pimeñ
astu saliin kadotuksen
tñnne varjotkaan eivñt sinua kutsu
kuuletko, tunnetko mitññn?
joku hengittññ kiivaasti hamuten ilmaa
kuiskaukset kaikuvat loputtomasti
tiedñt ettei tññllñ ole ketññn
niin kauhu hiipii vaikka mihin piilottaisit
vai henkesikí jñttñisit?
tñssñ maailmassa ei ole mitññn
ei tyhjyydessñ elñmññ jñljellñ
ne joita pelkññt eivñt pelkññ ketññn
olet yksin etkñ tiedñ missñ
hiljaiset askeleet kaikuvat syvissñ vesissñ
kuolevan auringon alla kaikki on kaunista
alla puiden kuolleiden oksien
istut kuunnellen kuolleita lintuja
yí ei anna uskoa mihinkññn
ruumiisi tñrisee kylmñstñ
etkñ líydñ tietñsi takaisin
kun silmñsi vihdoin tottuvat pimeññn
hiljaiset askeleet kaikuvat syvissñ vesissñ
tunteja laskien kulkee hñmñrñ varjoina
pisarat pirstovat polkua maailman reunalta
kuolevan auringon alla kaikki on kaunista
tñssñ maailmassa ei ole mitññn
ei tyhjyydessñ elñmññ jñljellñ
ne joita pelkññt eivñt pelkññ ketññn
olet yksin etkñ tiedñ missñ
ja silmñsi ovat tottuneet pimeññn
taas yksi eksynyt sammaleeseen painaa kñtensñ
pisarat pirstovat polkua pimeñn reunalta
huomenna auringon alla kaikki on kuollutta
[English translation:]
[Dark]
step inside the hall of perdition
not even the shadows have invited you
what can you hear, what can you feel?
someone breathing timidly gasping for air
whispers echo endlessly
and you know that there is no one here
horror lurks wherever you hide it
would you forsake your life to escape?
there is nothing in this world
no life left in emptiness
those you fear are afraid of no one
you are alone and you don't know where
silent steps echo in the deep waters
while all is beautiful under a dying sun
under the branches of dead trees
you sit and listen to dead birds
the night leaves you believing in nothing
your body shivers from the cold
and you won't find your way back
when your eyes get used to the dark
silent steps echo in the deep waters
the duskfall clad in shadows counting hours
drops splinter the path from the edge of the world
while all is beautiful under a dying sun
there is nothing in this world
no life left in emptiness
those you fear are afraid of no one
you are alone and you don't know where
and your eyes have gotten used to the dark
one more wandered with hands in the moss
while drops splinter the path from the edge of the dark
tomorrow all will be dead under the sun
