Song Of The Sage - Amorphis

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 golden rock

On a bank of a golden river

By the brink of golden falls

Under the golden sun

The birds flew to the singer

The wildfowl from the open sea

The fingers plucked the brightest chord

Tolled the fangs of a pike

The colours of rainbow lighted

Above the silent waters

Came forth the woodland creatures

The spirits great and small

The mistress and the master

Of Tapiola, forest folk

Behind a cloud of blue

The moon wove the strands of silver

On the edge of the cloud of red

The daylight gilded the cloth

The small fish in the shallows

The big ones under the surface

The king of waters, on the waves

The queen on an open sea

From distant fens came the swans

An eagle from its heaven high

The fingers plucked the brightest chord

Tolled the fangs of a pike

The colours of rainbow lighted

Above the silent waters

Came forth the woodland creatures

The spirits great and small

The mistress and the master

Of Tapiola, forest folk

Each one comprehended and understood

Each one shed a tear, they wept and cried

Each and every tear

Tears of everyone

All joined to flow

Into the silent waters

The golden stream of life

Carried the tears to the sea

To oceans' deep keeps

The pearls were concealed