Tuonela

Sorrow is my bread
and tears i drink as wine
oblivion my happiness
ground under teeth of time
For cold be the stone
when frost ve devoured the land
consolation is no gift
of winter's icy hand
[chorus:]
upon a crust of snow
i'll lay my broken frame
what steel and iron won't take
i'll give in winter's name
no good a sullen sout no use a simple knave
no groom for brides of plaited hair
this man old and lame
If only i could breathe
to see the sun of may
but still longer are the nigths than days
as i wither away
Came the man of crown
with sound of war drums beat
said no sword arm's strong enough
without my two good feet
[chorus]
But not overlooked am i
in eyes of the maid i'll wed
i'll reap the crops of tuonela
my bride's wealth in death