Amorphis - Tuonela : Nightfall
 

Amorphis



Tuonela



Nightfall





As a rot to rape the spring sown seed



A plague sprang forth of his tracks



Churns ran red when cows milked blood



And famine cracked poor backs







Who would hear a lament sad



Under the bright blue sky



That's sung in hovels dark and low



With eyes too weak to cry







Chorus:



But horror be the nightfall's gloom



For the man upon the road



When moon doth laugh at worthless lives



Twice hard for all promise showed







Empty stare upon his face



Nine fathoms deep



He set upon the road again



On ground that bears no seed