Amorphis - Song Of The Sage Lyrics
No man nor a god, with a sword he carvedWith a feather he conjuredAn instrument from the bone of fishA kantele from the jaws of a pikeSat on a golden rock, on a bank of a golden riverBy the brink of golden falls, under the golden sunThe birds flew to the singerThe wildfowl from the open seaThe fingers plucked the brightest chordTolled the fangs of a pikeThe colours of rainbow lightedAbove the silent watersCame forth the woodland creatures, the spirits great and smallThe mistress and the master of Tapiola, forest folkBehind a cloud of blue, the moon wove the strands of silverOn the edge of the cloud of red, the daylight gilded the clothThe small fish in the shallows, the big ones under the surfaceThe king of waters, on the waves, the queen on an open seaFrom distant fens came the swansAn eagle from its heaven highEach one comprehended and understoodEach one shed a tear, they wept and criedEach and every tear, tears of everyoneAll joined to flow into the silent watersThe golden stream of life carried the tears to the seaTo oceans’ deep keeps the pearls were concealed.
