Kalpean turpeat kasvosi Mua virnuillen taas tuijottaa Hei virotkaa kurjat Rujo kiertolaisruhtinas palaa Vaan toiset on yöhön jo vaipuneet Yksin sua tervehdän Yks ryyppy mun kanssani kaada Sen vielä teethän Kuule mun juttuni loppuun Minä tiedän, se kerrottu on Vaan muista myös sun loistees Lainaa on toisen valon Huolella peitetty polku Esille raivataan Kelmeän valosi paisteeseen Portti nyt aukeaa Se vie vuosien taa Taas painetaan kätemme multaan Kaikki kimallus unohdetaan Kai turhaan ne kurotti kultaan Mieluummin uskollinen Pronssinen, alati ankara hohto Jonka alla uutetaan Uus kitkerä, väkevä huomisen rohto

We set out for the hills at the break of first light Our kindred slumbering still Barely freed from the hazy abodes of night Upon us a burning, burgeoning will And it truly was as if we had been imbued With a gift of truer sight Tearing through the treacherous morning mist Unveiling the blaze of primordial dawn It truly was as if we were the first To wander under its grace The first to walk through these plentiful fields On our way to the center of the world All at once, that old familiar hill Truly was a mountain of gold Undaunted, we raced to climb it Our hearts as vessels for the sun! All things around us took the guise of a sign Laden with secret meaning From the flutter of birds to the toiling of ants To the coiling of adders basking in the sun The whole of creation invited: come forth! The wedding feast of heaven and earth Celebrated on this most auspicious day Rise and partake in sacred revelry On this summit, where belligerent brothers once clashed In ancient times, so it's told One struck down to the ground, one raised in triumph One forever hidden from sight There are strings of red and blue and strings of silver And this is where they all meet So shall we too ascend Our hearts as vessels for the sun Rise from under the soil! Cease your gnawing of roots and rise! Descend from the heavens above! Cease your soaring amidst the clouds and descend! Rise from the watery depths! Cease your lurking and rise! Rise! But then it dawned upon me… If there's earth, wind and water There must also be fire And then it dawned upon me He who wishes to be seen Must also burn But then it dawned upon me He who dwells in those three Also dwells in fire And then it dawned upon me He who wishes to be seen Must also burn And as we walked to that feast Did you already know? Wearing your smile as a veil Did you already know? And as we climbed that hill As we ran to the feast Did you already know? With your smile as a veil Did you already know? Did you already know?

A flock of fieldfares in the sky One hapless bird shot down Into a hundred pieces, small Its tiny skull now torn Two bloody streams run from the head of That little bird that I did shoot One for the world-tree, one for The thing always gnawing at its root A little child with a grouse ensnared In the shade of that same tree One try not enough to wring the neck Of that bird, not two, but three The morn rang with that sickening crunch One lives and one must die The tree forked into four split trunks To hold and carry the sky On the eastern branch a bird of prey Hunched and built its nest In the nest five golden eggs For the bold to climb and wrest The unlucky thief met a fearsome beak Down to the ground he fell Accompanied by six woodpecker's knocks Of uncanny omens they tell And no one could quite recall whether they Stood for death or for wealth Three to curse and three to nurse That poor boy back to health Seven years since the day of that fall One morning fateful and cold Seven magpies for a bloodstained secret Never to be told The fading moon and the rising sun Besides them no bird, no beast They alone know what lies buried deep Eight furlongs to the east Oh, before nine summers have blossomed red Nine goosewhite summers turned black Nine ravenblack summers faded to white There shall be no coming back Then it will be seen how far Things grow in the fullness of time Ten branch-fingers capable of Every virtuous deed or crime Two hands to reach towards the sun From the same root sprung Flooded by two bloody streams Their secret source is one Echoed thrice and sent To all four corners of the world And as for the five precious things Six warnings you have heard Heralded by seven, hidden By eight, by nine revealed Ten-in-two become as one Buried deep in the field

As soon as we were able, it was our lot to plow At our fathers' bidding, to harrow and to sow To toil, to till, to work the soil, to grow, and then to reap And in the meantime away from the crops to keep We listened to our mothers call for greater yield Whisper secret words to soothe the spirits of the field From their tales we learnt that not all fiends come out at night And that evil often takes place in broad daylight Do not play with fire, do not stare into the sun Do not wander into mazes out of golden grain heads spun Do not be a sluggard, do not do your brethren wrong Always keep in mind: the day is short, the work is long There once was a heedless boy and he was never found Taken by the harvest dog, they say, the hungry barley hound There are things that hunt by night and things that hunt by day Promise me sweet child, from the crops keep away In the winter our schoolmistress, a lady wise but cruel Had taught us how the wickedness in man aspires to rule Determined to make sure that every student understands The perils brought upon them by their idle hands But enveloped in the luster of those summer days We could not help but hear the murmur of the maze Ravenous, it called upon our restless band of eight To go forth in secret, tempting god, tempting fate Do not disrespect your elders, do not speak ill of the dead Do not let the labyrinth gold rise into your little head Do not be a glutton, do not take what isn't yours Things have long been taken outside to let nature take its course There's a devil stalking on the paths that twist and turn Herding wayward children into her iron butter churn There are always those who take heed and those who disobey But promise me sweet child, from that path stay away Hey-ho, he was buried, but he rises from the ground As he grows tall and handsome, we dance round and round As his color changes, from verdant green to gold We know what it means: he shall not grow old Hey-ho, we swing the sickle, we cut off his head Let him hang and beat him, 'til he's dry and dead Safe and sound, our bellies full, we all say thank you Hey-ho, won't you rise for next harvest, too After our disappearance, no stone was left unturned Imagine their surprise, when at dusk we returned Rebuke and righteous anger, woven with relief And as they saw one missing, sinking hearts of grief Daughters of the sun, they said, or demons of the noon A spirit or an evil hag whose spell caused us to swoon I still dread the shining hollow in the corner of my mind Where memory and reverie merrily entwined Do not play too near the hungry maze nor seize what you can't bear Do not give in to the swirling gaze that drives you to despair Do not be a braggart, do not tell a lie The rooster by the field is waiting to pluck out your eye There are things that lie in wait to sap your soul and will They have lingered in the labyrinth since dawn and linger still There are always those who wander, there are those who stray But promise me sweet child, do not lose your way.

I remember clearly, Though I was but a child When people came to our house They came from far and wide They arrived to pay their tribute To salute the new machine They arrived to be among the first To witness its full glory They wanted to caress its cold and radiant hide They wanted to dissect it with wonder in their eyes And the old men of the village They all scoffed and sneered In no time this house shall be destitute and ruined Back in their day, they had no need of such frivolous gadgets What an ungodly contraption, a sign of sloth and pride I remember listening with childlike indignation I remember my uncle gently ruffling my hair Whispering to me with a knowing smile You see, boy, they seethe with envy And one day they will see. But there was one thing that I couldn't tell a soul Never let my uncle Nor anyone else know From the moment I saw it, it saw me as well I heard it speak to me In a voice churning and low. “Oh those grey and brittle men, they can’t hear my voice, but listen little friend I have been here longer than they could ever even begin to comprehend.” Terrified, I ran away and hid into my best And most secret nook But even there I was followed by a crooked And ghastly gnome "Listen boy, we're all loyal servants of the machine And so shall you too be." As we are, so shall you too be And there is no hiding place from the machine. Summers bloomed and then faded away It was my uncle's turn to turn brittle and grey And my turn to ride the machine Which I no longer feared But as its ally volunteered To bring order out of chaos I heeded its voice It spoke of a sage who creates and destroys For the fabric of the old world It called to be torn With fire and with force So prosperity was born And we struggled and we strived and saw nature transformed And nature, in turn, it saw us transformed And we worked without rest to the tune of my song A song of ancient seals blasted open and undone Of a nation of those crooked gnomes exhorting to exhume A withered underground sun ever calling from its tomb. In truth I never loved it, Yet was accused of worship Of adulation, even, of idolatry! Though it was always duty, necessity all along But what would they really know about its churning song? And mother keeps asking, where has your brother gone? Am I to be his keeper? How am I to know? There are those who persevere and there are those who go And it was all necessary, was it not so? Loving warmth, but dreading the fire Coveting wealth, but shunning work and the mire Go on then, run away and go over the sea But know this: there are some things that you can never flee. This is the way it was meant all along What could they ever know about our churning song? Now the village stands all but abandoned Empty abodes giving in to decay Dwellings deserted and quietly crumbling Amid this stillness, I still remain And of course, with me the machine remains And our pact remains And the song remains All others may go, but together we abide I can feel how the grey draws over my brow And its once radiant hide is not so radiant now That familiar brittleness creeping inside And you who went away, you can spare me your pity Stealing away for that faraway city To deny the machine and still suckle on its fruit But you do not understand It's you who salute! They can all go to the far corners of the earth Still they serve and Belong to the machine But remember, remember who stood and remember Who stayed and looked it in the eye! Forever locked in struggle with the machine It has given me so much, yet I have seen It is no friend to mankind and it will never rest Before its all-consuming plan has been made manifest To destroy it? I welcome you to try! But know that in its stead, another one will rise More vicious, more unyielding, more closely attuned To that subterranean radiance bidding all to be consumed. The wheels began to turn so long ago Their song is the only song we truly know.

Time does not march onwards in triumph It meanders, spirals and coils Unfolding naked under the sun Then to sink again into a moonlit maze, Led down lunar pathways That lie forever in wait. Descending duskface Turns backwards as if Bending time and space. Can you see him running in the fields? Can you see him dancing in the fields? Emerging dawnface Emits such grace. This was the place, but... How could one forget one's face? Hands cupped together Hunched over the shore Duskface revealed Reflected in the water An ashen apparition Warped and wilted by the years Such is their toll Such is their weight Can you see him standing in the fields? Can you see him smiling in the fields? Duskface towers and swells Dawnface awaits and shines still Time flows in reverse From the promised land Unredeemed and unfulfilled These words are barbarous and barbed Let them serve as a warning Against all fallow hopes Let this serve as a warning Against tomorrow's shrine. Dawnface shrugs and laughs Duskface is angered and roars. We pass on our masks But what was there before them? Our masks pass away But what remains beneath them?

There is the brook and the bottomless lake There is the breeze and the tempest There is the field and the barren ground There is the hearth and the devouring fire. There is a season for forgetting And for remembering A season for going into hiding And for unveiling. A current of red washes over me And I see a myriad strings Collapsed at the edge of the field I am a myriad things One put to the sword under the sun One dwindling away in the dark One sent to the gallows in front of a crowd One poisoned alone and forgotten One released after a tortuous wait One taken away without warning. The cranes pass over in the sky In such gracious formation they fly Wandering through every nation in turn And I wonder, will they return? Floating in the stream Burrowed in the soil Drifting in the whispering wind Dancing in a faraway starry flame. We sow and we are sown Thrown headlong into the world We reap and we are reaped In our looming ripeness taken. We sow, we reap But brother, do not weep.

Läksi aamujen alhosta Lähti varhain vaeltamaan Yllä aurinkoinen kehrä Kultainen sotisopa. Kehrän sydämessä kivi Sinne sulamaan singottu Hurmeen puna haalistamaan Synnin paino syövyttämään. Vaan ei tuli eikä aika Tekemättömäksi taida Tehdä sitä mikä painaa Jäljen punokseen maailman. Vieläkö sä näet niitä Unia joissa ei riitä Aika kyselyyn turhaan Kun lähtemään kutsutaan? Vierii ohi tuttu maa Pronssitaivas loimuaa Ja rinnan käymme marssien Öiseen kajoon soihtu-unten. Kanna taivaanrannan taakse Muisto kiven muistuttama Muistikiven mustuttama Vanhan veren tahrima. Harhaan käy vaan kerran palaa Maata jalkain koskematta Silmäin päivää pälyymättä Hopeaviittaan puettuna. Silloin sille sija suodaan Juodaan malja sadonkorjuun Menköön tora, menköön kauna Hauensuolen soikuraan! Lakkasitko sä koskaan Näkemästä kuitenkaan Miten meidät noudetaan Vielä kerran nousemaan? Oi veljet, tulen liekki lyö Melkein sen eestä kaikkoo yö Vielä kerran loistakaa Pimennon halki astukaa! Eespäin! Kajoon soihtu-unten.