Korpiklaani - At The Huts Of The Underworld lyrics

Joukahainen, a youthful son, Laplander, a slender fellow bore a grudge within his heart, bitter envy in his bosom. Thus he worked a fiery crossbow, so he shaped a noble bow and he formed the bow of iron, overlaid the back with copper. Then the points were to be sharpened. So the arrows then were ready and his bow was fit for bending. "Now, should you bring 'bout Väinämöinen's d**h and by your arrow let him die, joy will then fade away from Earth. Songs cannot then be heard again. Elation is way better on Eary and the music is more cheerful in here than somewhere in the land of the dead, at the huts of the Underworld." Long he watched for Väinämöinen peering, peeping at the lodges, sometimes listening in the alleys, sometimes watching in the meadow. Spanned in haste his might crossbow and he aimed his splendid weapon at the head of Väinämöinen, thus to k** Suvantolainen. And then the old Väinämöinen fell head over heels in water off the back of his blue moose.