Amorphis
my kantele acoustic reprise
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Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by God
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog's hooked bones:
It was mouldered from sorrow
It's belly out of hard days
Its sound board from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And it pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
So it will not play, will not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Mouldered from sorrow
- Álbum:
- Under the Red Cloud
- Circle
- The Beginning Of Times
- Skyforger
- Eclipse
- Far from the Sun
- Am Universum
- Tuonela
- Elegy
- Black Winter Day (EP)
- Tales from the Thousand Lakes
- Privilege of Evil (EP)
- The Karelian Isthmus
- Miscellaneous
- Forging the Land of Thousand Lakes
- Magic and Mayhem - Tales from the Early Years
- Sacrifice
- Nuclear Blast Presents Best Metal 2015
- Nuclear Blast Showdown Fall 2015
- Death of a King