Elegy – Amorphis

Long evening full of longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing to my nights
And all times the bitterest
This my lovely I long for
It is my darling I miss
My black-browed one I grieve for

Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one

There’s no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breast
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house:

In the earth my berry lies
In the soil she’s mouldering


Elegy – Amorphis