Amorphis - Elegy : Song Of The Troubled One
 

Amorphis



Elegy



Song Of The Troubled One





What the thrush toils at



The partridge asks for



The hapless one takes



The troubled one steals



Puts upon a spade



Sets on a runner



Hides under a door



Shields with a bath-whisk







The farmer hammers



And tempers his spears



Marries off his sons



Hands out his daughters



In boots clogged with ckay



In fancy mittens







The sea-swell rumbles



And the winds it blows



And the king hears it



From five miles away



From six directions



From seven back woods



From eight heaths away.