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†Kuolemaa† 2006.10.24. 17:44
 Wolf's dream
UKKOSENJUMALAN POIKA
Kun toinen salama maahan li
hn tointui unestaan.
Tahtoi hn kokea voimiaan,
ne liian heikoiks' osoittain.
Aikuistua saanut viel ei,
ei hallita ukkosta.
Oli pojan ensin nyrryttv,
opittava jumalain mahti.
Nyt tunteensa sai, tarttui salamaan,
halki taivaiden viha kaikui!
Nuorukainen pilven pll ratsastaa.
Liian nuori salamoita kantamaan.
Kulkee yksin kunnian polkuaan.
Voimattomuus taitonsa musertaa.
Hn liikaa uhosi - kirouksen ansaitsi.
Nyt tunteensa sai, tarttui salamaan,
halki taivaiden viha kaikui!
Hvisten hnet karkoitettiin,
pois pilvilt isns.
KYLINJRVEN JLL (PAKANAVEDET II)
Saapui hn, sanansaattaja knnytetyn kansan
totuuttansa opettamaan meille vruskoisille.
Uhattuna kirvestns teroittamaan talonpoika -
puolesta metsien, jrvien, sstyneiden veljiens.
(voittajansa)
Korvansa kavaluudelle ymmrtmttmt antoivat;
Lalli nki orjan taivaan ja katseensa sokaisi.
Pian kirveens harhailijan yn sydmess ylltti,
oli veriselle jrven jlle pttyv ristin taival...
"Vaan pian rantautui lnnest satoja laivoja,
tuhansia heit, jotka saapuivat piispaa kostamaan.
Lukuisten vuosien kuluessa,
tahtonaan n–yryyden juurruttaminen viimeiseen pakanakansaan
he sli tuntematta mursivat sitken vastarinnan
voimallisilla aseillaan.
Viimeisin pyhimyksens Henrik alttarille nostatettiin,
ja verity, suomalaisten tukahdutettu vapauden huuto,
pakotettiin hpen."
(kohtalonsa)
Niin anastettiin kunnia sankarilta rohkealta,
miehelt rehelliselt, suoraselkiselt.
Valheilla he kansamme uskoonsa pakottivat,
vaan jt jrven Kylin he eivt murtaa saata.
KUIN IKUINEN
Katseessani kirkas valo
matkaan lpi autiuden.
Kentt taistelun taakse jnyt
vain toistaa vaimeita kirouksiaan.
Veljeni ja viholliseni;
ei kukaan heist sano sanaakaan.
Miekan tern tunsin rinnassani,
nyt kuulen kutsun Tuonelan.
Sade huuhtoo tuhot taistelun,
vereni virtaansa vie.
Alla thtitaivaan pohjoisen
vaan en (en) pll maan...
Turhaan pelkisin saapumista
kuolemattomien keskuuteen.
Ksi kdess ikuisuuden
hyppn reunalta tyhjyyden.
TUULEN KOTI, AALTOJEN KOTI
Kotini tuulen, kotini aaltojen,
toi kaiho minut takaisin.
Lmmll tervehdit matkaajaa
joka sinun laulusi laulaa.
On kotini nill rannoilla,
kotini tuulen, kotini aaltojen.
PAKANAJUHLA
Veljet sek siskot,
kokoontukaamme yhteen pytn!
On meidn malja nostettava
uudelle jumalalle.
Thden alla syntynyt
meidn seuraamme nyt liittyy.
Hn sy kaikki pydn antimet
ja vapahtajaksemme ilmoittautuu.
Ketk asettivat sankarinsa juhlittaviksi
aina meidn pyhiemme aikaan?
Ja he toistuvasti julkeavat puhua meist hpisijin!
Juopot eivt ulos astu lain,
valvova isnt vaihtuu vain.
Sill jok' ikist piv kuluvaa
seuraa loputon pime y.
Pian suden uneen
taas vaipua saa...
1065: AIKA
Tl' lakeuksilla Pohjolan he asustelivat,
muuan pakanakansa lhes unhoon vaipunut.
ne vimmaiset, jotka veljins puolustivat,
he, joita kastettu ei aikonutkaan tunnustaa.
He valloittivat, rystelivt kunniaksensa
ja etenivt voittoisasti perntymtt.
Vaan samat aikeet toisella, heit pahemmalla;
vihollisen vanhan saarella saivat kohdata.
Koskaan eivt he uhkaa vistneet,
tarttuivat kirveisiins jumalten.
Vastus kuitenkin vahvistuneena
pttnyt oli heidt musertaa.
Oli kntyv uusi sivu
taistelussa ruttoa vastaan.
Eihn kunniaa voi saavuttaa
jos jtt kokematta kuoleman.
...jtyi verens hankeen.
Valtakautensa lep nyt pohjassa -
ylvs liekki sammui, vaan silti
voittaja saa hpe kantaa:
he hukuttivat mys kunnian.
Nyt valtaistuimella istuu vr kuningas,
nlkisten petojen kaitsija, peto itsekin.
Vaan alistettu kansa tuo ei koskaan katoa;
voi menneisyyteen itse”mme emme unhoittaa.
On aika pyshtynyt.
» A WOLF'S DREAM
SON OF THE GOD OF THUNDER
As another flash struck to the ground
he recovered from his sleep.
So strong was his urge to test his might
but still he was too weak.
Who has no rites of passage undergone,
he cannot rule the thunder.
The first step is always to humble
and to learn the might of the gods.
Anger he felt, grabbed a thunderbolt
and across the heavens hate echoed!
An adolescent he is to ride a stormy cloud.
So young to carry the faintest bolt of lightning.
Alone he walks his path of honour.
Such skill wasted in lack of strength.
Too bold he was to learn - a grand punishment deserved.
Anger he felt, grabbed a thunderbolt
and across the heavens hate echoed!
And lo, by disgrace he was expelled
from the clouds of his father.
ON THE ICE OF KYLINJRVI (PAGAN WATERS II)
And he arrived, the messenger of his converted people
to teach this heretic folk his tellings of a divine truth.
Feeling threatened, a simple peasant rushed to sharpen his axe -
to defend the forests, the lakes, his brothers from an unseen fate.
(their vanquisher)
Their ears to treachery those of less understanding lent;
Lalli saw the heaven for slaves and thus blinded his sight.
Soon in the heart of night his axe took a rover by surprise,
to a pond of blood on ice the path of the cross was to end...
"But soon there were hundreds of ships landing from the west,
thousands of them who came to avenge the bishop's death.
In the course of numerous years,
to imprint humility within the last pagan folk as their will
they without pity broke the persistent resistance
with their powerful arms.
Henrik, now canonized, was raised onto the altar,
and the slaying, the repressed cry for freedom of the Finnish,
was forced to disgrace."
(their destiny)
Thus wrongfully was assumed the honour from a warrior,
from a man of rightfulness, a defender of sincerity.
By forcefeeding lies they compelled our folk to their faith,
but the ice of Kylinjrvi they can never break.
AS ETERNAL
With a radiant light in my eyes
I travel through this desolation.
The field of battle left behind
repeating its subdued curses.
My brothers together with my foes;
none of them speaks a word.
The edge of a sword I felt in my chest,
now I can hear the call of Tuonela.
Wash now rain the ruins of the battle,
carry my blood along the streams.
Under the stars of the northern sky
but no more on the earth...
Needlessly would I fear my arrival
to the company of the immortal.
Hand in hand with infinity
I draw away from emptiness.
HOME OF THE WIND, HOME OF THE WAVES
My home of the wind, my home of the waves,
longing brought me back to your embrace.
With warmth you greet me,
the wanderer singing your song, dreaming your dream.
These shores are my home,
my home of the wind, my home of the waves.
PAGAN FEAST
Brothers and sisters,
gather around the table!
A chalice we have to raise
to a god of an unknown faith.
The one born under a star
now joins our company.
He eats all yield of the festive table
and declares himself our savior.
Who did arrange the celebration of their holy
always on the days of our feasts?
And again and again they dare speak of us as blasphemers!
Drunkards never step out of the door,
observing masters alone taking turns.
For every passing day in human life
is followed by an endless dark of night.
Into a wolf's dream
we soon may fall again...
1065: TIME
Once upon a time here on the plains of Pohjola
there dwelled a heathen people almost forgotten by now.
Known as northmen, they furiously defended their kin,
thus being those who the baptised never recognized.
They conquered and plundered, they held to their honour,
victoriously they advanced with no plans of retreat.
But even one more evil did think of the same;
on the island they encountered an enemy once known.
They never stood back at a threat
but grabbed their axes granted by gods.
Yet grown in strength, their foes had decided
once and for all to crush them to the ground.
There was a page to turn in the legends
of the battles against all plague.
For it's in vain to accomplish honour
if failing to experience death.
...in white their blood now frozen.
In the deep of the waves lies now their reign -
flame once so proud now dead, yet their shame
shall the vanquisher forever bear:
no sunken honour may rise for them.
Behold the throne for there now sits the king of wrongful deeds,
the shepherd of such hungry beasts, not less a beast himself.
But people submitted to them shall never disappear;
in the past long gone we can not forsake what in our hearts dwell.
And time, it has ended.
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