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Voice of Wilderness (2005)
2005
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Pine Woods
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Ryyppäjäiset
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Attack forward you Nordic boy
Fire to the balls
Attack without fear through the enemy lines
Attack and let it burn
Here we had built our cottages and saunas
From the swamp we have shovelled our fields
Nobody can take it away from us
Not for free, and that's for sure

[Chorus:]
Here we had built our cottages and saunas
From the swamp we have shovelled our fields
Nobody can take it away from us
Not for free, and that's for sure

[Chorus]

We eat iron, we shit the chain
We never let them live
Gunfire pounded night after night
And then all was quit here
We saw the forest full of bodies
Nobody could have escaped
And horses' carcasses among with the bodies
And everywhere there burnt

[Chorus x5]

. . .


I was born in a deep forest
I wish I could live here all my life
I am made from stones and roots
My home, these woods and roads

All my life I loved this sound
Of the woods all around
Eagle flies where the wind blows free
Journey is my destiny

Free, free as a journey man
Feel, heat in the moonlight
Free, free as a journey man
Feel, heat in the moonlight

Ragged trousers, rucksack in my back
Narrow road behind me
I never look back
Long way is in the past
As in front of me
Hunger keeps me going
I don't care where it leads
Fire burns under my feet
Journey men pleasure and destiny
Sky is black, stars shows me the way
Moon whispered how to keep my faith

Free, free as a journey man
Feel, heat in the moonlight

Free, free as a journey man
Feel, heat in the moonlight

Free, free as a journey man
Feel, heat in the moonlight

Free, free as a journey man
Feel, heat in the moonlight

. . .


They rode
Those two hundred men
Narrow roads
Through this dark cold land

They burnt all villages
They raped and destroyed
Took gold, silber and coins

Taxes to King was their mission
But pain and sorrow they left

They drank all booze
They stole and killed
Fields in Flames and
Families without homes

Men with their golden swords
Horses' armoured heads
Iron harassed hard
Blades of weapons slashed
In silence the village lie down
Hearts bleeding morbid sorrow

One man of these men of the death
One man, broke down
Down he went with insanity
Down man, lunatic
He lit the fire under the house
You could only see his feet
He burnt away his insanity
Burnt away those memories

Men with their golden swords
Horses' armoured heads
Iron harassed hard
Blades of weapons slashed
In silence the village lie down
Hearts bleeding morbid sorrow

. . .

Pine Woods

[No lyrics]

. . .


He never speaks
but he understands
Thinks higher than a man
He's living in
The northern lights
In winter everlasting
He travels around
Big drum in his hand
And he knows
What you have in your mind
There's always wolf within
That leads him down
And back home

Spirit, spirit of the forest
Hiding in those northern lights
Spirit, spirit of the forest
Hiding in those northern lights

He has long waited
For the right moment
Storm of colors
Rages in the sky
Beware, never whistle
To the northern lights
Or it curses you
To the woods of evernight

There's only one
Who can really set you free
And it's spirit of the forest's
Old white wolf
But it's hard to track
You'll never find footsteps
It will find you
If you are really blessed

. . .


The waves of the lake splash
and pines hum.
The frost of the north hurts,
Finnish grief it sings.

Woods bleak and stony, unlit,
there my mind rests.
There I will forget the pain,
stars and moon us bless.

O my native land, stand proud, facing the future.
You were never broken down, banished into the night
O my native land, stand proud, facing the future
you will never be broken down.

Not weather can frighten us
not to shrivel us winters
not the cruelty ofthe woods
take our blood and life.

Frothy rapids roar
and the hills high.
Woods of pine and forests of birch
over the wide rocks.

. . .


Huntin is going on
we are a part of the wilderness

Hunting is going on
only the fast will survive
in the forest we prowl
looking hard for deers
Hunger croaks in our stomaches
our eyes as the wolves'

We run after meat as the possessed
and we kill without pity
we rejoice and we laugh when the deer falls
hunting's more than just killing for the food.

Hunting is going on
we are a part of the wilderness

Hunting is going on
only the fast will survive
Away they will not get, those four legged
not even the smallest one
we live in the forest here only fast ones live
only strongest will survive

. . .

Ryyppäjäiset

[No lyrics]

. . .


From evening to morning
and morning to evening
I wanna drink
something stronger than a man
From evening to morning
and morning to evening
I wanna drink
cause that's what I am

Beer, beer
I want beer
from beer I get really drunk
Beer, beer
I need more beer
so much I pass out

For beer I'm working
for beer I'm fighting
for beer I'll do
whatever I have to
when drunk I'm talking
when drunk I'm joking
when drunk I can be as I've
always wanted to be

. . .


Old tale about the girl,
and the poor farmer boy,
their time together flamed.
It couldn't last forever,
they knows it well.

So they took from the moment,
everything
so they took from the moment,
everything.

Said father to the maid,
it's time to go,
you'll marry my chosen one.
He's rich enough and so religious,
He's the lord of all known.
He's the lord of all known.

Who is the chosen one,
asked girl with sad eyes.

He's a lord from the west,
he is to you the man best.
But the girl was sad as a child.

He's a lord from the west,
he is to you the man best.
But the girl was sad as a child.

The girl carried the farmer's child,
and father noticed that.
"You'll die", he yelled,
"you'll die as a whore,
you belongs to the gallows,
then I bury you and your sins."

The boy heard, that girl got hung.
He took sword
and cut the father's throat.
Then he rode to the chasm
and fell down his death.
There he met his bride and son

The boy heard, that girl got hung.
He took sword
and cut the father's throat.
Then he rode to the chasm
and fell down his death.
There he met his bride and son

Who is that little one,
who you embrace?

He is your sweet son
and come with us
we are now here together forever
always here together forever

He is your sweet son
and come with us
we are now here together forever
always here together forever

. . .


Niin hilijaisen,
näen hilijaisen
näen kulkueen miin mustan,
niin tunman mustan
hiljaisen näen surussa kulkevan
kädet on siipinä, niin on kädet suojana
suojana siivet silmäin
surun silmäin, kädet siipinä
eessä mustan hunnun
kulkueen näen länteen,
hiljaa, niin lipuu hiljaa länteen
kulkueen niin tumman leskein,
niin mustan nuornain leskein
jol kädet siipinä, suojana silm¤in
käet siipinä leskein
hiljaa kuulen surun laulun,
kuulen laulun katkeran
hyrinän hyisen leskein,
kivun tunnen kivun kuoleman
näen minä tumman taivaan,
palavan taivaanrannan minä nään
tuulesta kuulen hyisen huuon
sodan kylmän huuon.

. . .


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