I have a good mind Take into my head To start of singing Began reciting We seldom get together And meet each other On these poor borders The luckless
I have a wish to sing Of time before the beginning When nothing was all But how to sing of nothing? So I sing of the beginning The birth of all creation
Übersetzung: Amorphis. In The Beginning.
: She robbed the moon from the sky Derailed the sun off its course Inside her mountain enchained the light She took the wisdom for her own The sun no
: I was born as all the world here was born As tones, words and stories of the primeval song I need no bow, I need no sword My kingship?s known to gods
: He set out to take my life And the power of my soul His spells against my might My wrath he did ignite Your brain replaced by mine Your mind changed
: No man nor a god, with a sword he carved With a feather he conjured An instrument from the bone of fish A kantele from the jaws of a pike Sat on a
: Silk of blue woven by the moon Red spun by the sun Of the sun?s gold Silver in wrists and in her rings Hair braided in red Her shoes featherlight
: Therein lie the nets of iron Snares of copper made They offered drinks that lull to sleep Of everlasting chains But I changed my mortal shape And
: From all the four corners From the heights beyond the changing skies From in between the golden stars From lands of dead below I seek the magic for
: [Bonus track] The spirit of clouds I am... and the spring creeks singing... A stillness within a river great... A rainbow on the falls... A blackness
seas My forms countless Like words, names and stars I?ve been here from the beginning Echoes and tones I understand Eternal poems of nonexistence The birthwords of time?s beginning
: On the blue waters of mermaids I was sailing on the blue Brought up a catch of strangest wonder On the blue And I drew my knife to gut What I had
: When I am broken, when I depart When my eyes stray from yours When I no longer know you, my love When I am broken, when I depart Fear not for me,
: I have a wish to sing Of time before the beginning When nothing was all But how to sing of nothing? So I sing of the beginning The birth of all creation
: In the North, a prisoner of darkness In black court, a victim of sleep Slither like a snake I tried A mole under the soil A king, a fool trapped in
