Woods - Canto I-Modéré lyrics
[Woods - Canto I-Modéré lyrics]
"KALEV and Linda lived very happily together
And were blessed
With a numerous offspring but
The Country was small, and
As soon as the children were
Grown up they wandered
Forth into the world to seek their fortunes
More especially as Kalev had
Determined that one son
Only should be the heir to his possessions
At length Kalev began to grow old
And felt that his end was approaching
Two of his younger sons, who
Were still little boys
Remained at home but the youngest
Of all, the famous Sohni, more often known
By his patronymic, the Son of Kalev
Was still unborn
Kalev foretold the glory and
Greatness of this last
Son to Linda, indicating him as his heir
And shortly afterwards fell dangerously sick
Then Linda took her brooch, and spun
It round on a thread
While she sent forth the Alder-Beetle
To bid the Wind-Magician
And Soothsayer hasten to the
Bedside of her husband
Seven days the brooch spun round
And seven days the beetle flew to
The north, across three kingdoms and more
Till he encountered the Moon
And besought his aid
But the Moon only gazed on
Him sorrowfully without speaking
And went on his way
Again Linda spun the brooch for seven
Days, and sent forth the beetle, who flew
Farther this time, through
Many thick forests, and
As far as the Gold Mountain
Till he encountered the Evening Star but
He also refused him an answer
Next time the beetle took a different route
Over wide heaths
And thick fir-woods, till he
Reached the Gold Mountain
And met the rising Sun
He also returned no answer but
On a fourth journey the
Beetle encountered the Wind-Magician, the
Old Soothsayer from Finland
And the great Necromancer himself
He besought their aid
But they replied with one voice that what the
Drought had parched up, the moonlight
Blanched, and the stars withered
Could never bloom again
And before the beetle returned
From his fruitless
Journey the mighty Kalev had expired "
Walking through the moors
Covering the graves of legends
The tombs of their tales
Heroes of the past now shadows forgotten
In the dreary rain i can feel their pain
What fate for the slain
Empathize their disdain
Darkness creeps along the horizon like a
Tide of the ocean blue
The wave is famished and hungers for
All whom shall be consumed
Like the lycanthrope it's power is
Unleashed by the moon
Swallowing the song of the loons
The moonlight shines like a
Silvery sword’s blade
It pierces my eyes with it's gaze
The thanatopolis grows vivacious in
It's necromantic hand
Far and wide the way becomes
To find another land credit's
And were blessed
With a numerous offspring but
The Country was small, and
As soon as the children were
Grown up they wandered
Forth into the world to seek their fortunes
More especially as Kalev had
Determined that one son
Only should be the heir to his possessions
At length Kalev began to grow old
And felt that his end was approaching
Two of his younger sons, who
Were still little boys
Remained at home but the youngest
Of all, the famous Sohni, more often known
By his patronymic, the Son of Kalev
Was still unborn
Kalev foretold the glory and
Greatness of this last
Son to Linda, indicating him as his heir
And shortly afterwards fell dangerously sick
Then Linda took her brooch, and spun
It round on a thread
While she sent forth the Alder-Beetle
To bid the Wind-Magician
And Soothsayer hasten to the
Bedside of her husband
Seven days the brooch spun round
And seven days the beetle flew to
The north, across three kingdoms and more
Till he encountered the Moon
And besought his aid
But the Moon only gazed on
Him sorrowfully without speaking
And went on his way
Again Linda spun the brooch for seven
Days, and sent forth the beetle, who flew
Farther this time, through
Many thick forests, and
As far as the Gold Mountain
Till he encountered the Evening Star but
He also refused him an answer
Next time the beetle took a different route
Over wide heaths
And thick fir-woods, till he
Reached the Gold Mountain
And met the rising Sun
He also returned no answer but
On a fourth journey the
Beetle encountered the Wind-Magician, the
Old Soothsayer from Finland
And the great Necromancer himself
He besought their aid
But they replied with one voice that what the
Drought had parched up, the moonlight
Blanched, and the stars withered
Could never bloom again
And before the beetle returned
From his fruitless
Journey the mighty Kalev had expired "
Walking through the moors
Covering the graves of legends
The tombs of their tales
Heroes of the past now shadows forgotten
In the dreary rain i can feel their pain
What fate for the slain
Empathize their disdain
Darkness creeps along the horizon like a
Tide of the ocean blue
The wave is famished and hungers for
All whom shall be consumed
Like the lycanthrope it's power is
Unleashed by the moon
Swallowing the song of the loons
The moonlight shines like a
Silvery sword’s blade
It pierces my eyes with it's gaze
The thanatopolis grows vivacious in
It's necromantic hand
Far and wide the way becomes
To find another land credit's