Through the land of Tuonela, I make my journey
To solve the mysteries of the grave, my heart's violent yearning.
The noisome welkin oozes down raining sour bile
Like a worm-eaten face full moon shines on bright.
Interrment is the end of pain, escape from life's nauseous flame.
Across a field of mouldy grass I ride post and fast
On a reindeer mummified with the witch-drum last.
Heading for a citadel built from howling bones,
Filling this heaving night with dark insane moans.
Interrment is the end of pain, escape from life's nauseous flame.
Approaching the castle gate I see its keeper
He is the blind ape of fate, ancestor of the reaper.
Hailing from a nearby lake, a monstrous fleshy arrow
Aimed at our pallid world to kill us in our barrow.
Internet is the end of pain, escape from life's nameless fane.
To solve the mysteries of the grave, my heart's violent yearning.
The noisome welkin oozes down raining sour bile
Like a worm-eaten face full moon shines on bright.
Interrment is the end of pain, escape from life's nauseous flame.
Across a field of mouldy grass I ride post and fast
On a reindeer mummified with the witch-drum last.
Heading for a citadel built from howling bones,
Filling this heaving night with dark insane moans.
Interrment is the end of pain, escape from life's nauseous flame.
Approaching the castle gate I see its keeper
He is the blind ape of fate, ancestor of the reaper.
Hailing from a nearby lake, a monstrous fleshy arrow
Aimed at our pallid world to kill us in our barrow.
Internet is the end of pain, escape from life's nameless fane.