Amorphis - The Karelian Isthmus : Sign From The North Side
 

Amorphis



The Karelian Isthmus



Sign From The North Side





True Celtic power



from the cape of Cornwall







Cry of hope, angels cry



This was omen, our sign, prediction







Distant gate, gothic grave



Through ages our clan still remain







In this proud land I grew up strong,



My tears are flowing all around



The wind is twisting my sorrow



I still believe in truth and hate







All through my life I have carried our ring,



The omen



All this was the fragment from my life







In this proud land I was born alone



I was taught to fight, taught to win



They told me the way of steel and secret



I am the unburied child, child without a nam,



Without fate,



I fight for peace and love,



I am reborn