كلمات Toonela Varjud (Shadows At Toonela)

Whirled by winds bitten by rain in empty eyes the ache of gone-by times a lifeless soul an endless road born of darkness as one with shadows hewn from nightfog woven in marsh-breath as a raven I fly by the old oak as a wolf I howl in the northern wind as a ghost I lurk by the brook in the woods at twilight sites scream with anguish