Huuto - Moonsorrow

Beyond sight eyes are blinded by the ice

A wind filled with fury slashes through hands

Mountains surrounding their prey, devoid of hope

On what can we live here?

Where can we find the path forward?

The air gets colder, though the days grow longer

The forest provides no shelter from the weather

Survivors of the wilderness rarely show themselves

The ones left behind never reaching the tranquil of a grave

Mountains surrounding their prey, devoid of hope

On what can we live here?

Where can we find the path forward?

Life does not face death

Only suffering and pain

Our ability to roam taken from us The strength of our steps exhausted

Feeble and lacklustre

Lost in doom

The weight of the sky, singing like a choir

Our ears tormented by its tones

Depriving us our freedom, giving birth to our fears

Making us forget pity

It echoes from the walls

Soars through the air

The lost hope of the final ones

Mountains surrounding their prey, next they will strike

On what does anyone live here?

Where can we find the path forward?

To the wolves the weak ones fall victim

But the strong ones get the will of the wolves

Eyes blinded we follow the sounds

Only human nature lives from evil

Instinct takes hold when the mind turns black

No path is seen under our feet

Donning a wolf felt, aided by despair

Soon the first one grabs a weapon

Bringing an end to this blasphemy and insanity

When also the last one becomes guilty of murder

One these paths cold as ice

Where in darkness we crawl to Thither the beasts wander

We have played our role

It echoes from the walls

The lost hope soars through the air

Hear the screams of the damned

The light reveals blood stains in the snow

Our deeds reflect our destination

Life does not face death

The suffering can be ended

I fear our nature

But no longer can I silence the screams

So the rain casts its final shadows

Plains turned into graveyards

Under the same sky, survivors of the wilderness

Memory of war swept away by the wind

It echoes from the walls

The lost hope soars through the air

Already in sleep I hear the screams of the damned