The Orphan - Amorphis

The calloo’s spirits are low

Swimming on the chill water

But the orphan’s are lower

Walking down the village street

The sparrow’s belly is chill

Sitting on the icy bough

But my belly is more chill

As I step from glade to glade

The dove’s heart is cold

As it pecks the village rick

But I’m colder still

As I drink the icy water

The dove’s heart is cold

As it pecks the village rick

But I’m colder still

As I drink the icy water