Lyric Tuonela

Sorrow is my bread
And tears I drink as wine
Oblivion my happiness
Ground under teeth of time

For cold be the stone
When frost ve devoured the land
Consolation is no gift
Of winter s icy hand

Chorus:
Upon a crust of snow
I ll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won t take
I ll give in winter s name
No good a sullen sout no use a simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This man old and lame

If only I could breathe
To see the sun of may
but still longer are the nigths than days
As I wither awayCame the man of crown
With sound of war drums beat
Said no sword arm s strong enough
Without my two good feet

Chorus

But not overlooked am I
In eyes of the maid I ll wed
I ll reap the crops of Tuonela
My bride s wealth in death