Amorphis - Elegy : The Orphan
 

Amorphis



Elegy



The Orphan





The calloo's spirits are low



Swimming on the chill water



But the orphan's are lower



Walking down the village street.







The sparrow's belly is chill



Sitting on the icy bough



But my belly is more chill



As I step from glade to glade.







The dove's heart is cold



As it pecks the village rick



But I'm colder still



As I drink the icy water.