Moonsorrow - At The Ruins lyrics

AT THE FOOTSTEPS

prologue

TO THE WORLD

Under the growing moon

there drifted a whisper with a distant stream.

Waves beating restlessly

the tired rain-lashed shore.

For long the wilds under the northern sky

silent may have been.

Resounded only with a breath of wind.

The spear of a bear-hunter

lay on the ground by its prey.

Awaiting the arrival of a craft.

Yet no one foresaw the dawning

and thus set another day.

Hearken to the ravens' cry

across all heavens.

Behold as the gods

of our world fall.

It is time for the wheel of the sun

to break by the flow of blood.

Under such fair colours

the harbringer steps ashore.

By a sword his companions salute us,

yet of freedom they may speak.

Dressed in strangest garment

claimed kindred grasps a wooden cross.

What strength in wolves he wishes to tame.

The spear of a bear-hunter

now risen against the serpent's tongue.

Striking through the vile heart.

Yet no hero shall rise on the ruins

and our song may drift with the wind.

Hear the sorrow of the woods

across all known times.

Sacred stones are overturned

and the folk so weary.

Steel agleam defies sway

on the lap of death.

Demise in the hands of gods,

a worthy name forever spoken.

And lo! the torches lit scorching carnage,

condemning all the guiltless souls.

How dare they bereave us our gods,

now thousands fall silent at murder.

Sign of the hammer on a warrior's chest

he battles like a bear.

With strength of Ukko deep in his heart

the last man now may fall.

AT THE RUINS

epilogue