Kalmah - Seventh Swamphony lyrics
Tracks 01. Seventh Swamphony
02. Deadfall 03. Pikemaster 04. Hollo 05. Windlake Tale 06. Wolves On The Throne 07. Black Marten's Trace 08. The Trapper 01. Seventh Swamphony
This is the start but where is the ending?
Do we still have means to pretend? Creation shouting praise for the keeper Glory to the son of a man The shovel has let our Mother's blood Ingredient of life has been peeled off Slowly the land withers away Disappears into thin air I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline The treadmill rotates But only in one direction In the shade of the plant The contractor smiles Seventh Swamphony Mother's tears have dried Deadly way to live Work has been done Wounded land full of ditches Excavated upside down Every day he keeps on rooting Glory to the son of a man Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline The treadmill rotates But only in one direction In the shade of the plant The contractor smiles Seventh Swamphony Mother's tears have dried Deadly way to live Work has been done Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land 02. Deadfall
Darkness creeps around us in the twilight time
The string of decoy-ducks is swinging on the waves Behind the ness The flock is dabbling The tension intensifies Before their takeoff We hear the wings rustling just before they come And with the calling sound we bluff them down to land Deadfall - merciless firestorm Deadfall - merciless firestorm Take 'em all down Before it ends We're running out of shells And they have gone We just shot none Time to stop this lethal game We have had our chance to take But we still have days to come Shallow waters call, my friend And when the time is right we just can't resist The call of the gentle wind coming from the west With those rustling wings they're coming once again And we're hiding in the bushes waiting for them Deadfall - merciless firestorm Deadfall - merciless firestorm Take 'em all down 03. Pikemaster
An old man stiffed with cold
Tearing his fishnet out of the hole A broken ice pick thrown away The fat is in the fire Thousands bittered swear words spitted out Wished all into the deepest hell Has pounded the ice to distraction Still the snare stays frozen-in Poor man in the world has changed Humus ties your fishnet now Water control lowers the lake Be careful what you're fishing for Why can't you see, why don't you believe Those days have gone when you caught haul Pikemaster - what are you after? Take it easy - or you'll stumble Pikemaster - what are you after? Take it easy - or you'll stumble Why can't you see, why don't you believe Those days have gone when you caught haul Thousands bittered swear words spitted out Wished all into the deepest hell Has pounded the ice to distraction Still the snare stays frozen-in Who told you that you have to pull? Who told you that you have to push? Don't you ever get enough? All right if you want to die Why can't you see, why don't you believe Those days have gone when you caught haul Pikemaster - what are you after? Take it easy - or you'll stumble Pikemaster - what are you after? Take it easy - or you'll stumble 04. Hollo
A pail in my hands I'm walking in the swamp
I'm searching for the cloudberries but found none Velvety moss yielding under my feet Upon the hummock I lay down to sleep The flock of gnats keep teasing on me Whining in perfect harmony It shakes me awake when I hear the sound Harvester's blast when it hits the ground Felling down those last old trees Shattering the land with iron and steel On the swamp pine is trilling the Song Thrush Trilling his tune, calling her bride But the echo so silent only answers Still keeps on calling, calling in vain I'm walking away... I'm feeling disgraced I'm walking away... I'm feeling disgraced But the innocent bird keeps on trilling Trilling his tune, calling her bride Don't know that their nest has been brought down With fire and steel, dumbed in the ground Taken is your soul Taken is my soul Hollo - disgraced and wasted Broken - is the spell of yours Hollo - disgraced and wasted Broken - is the spell of yours I am ashamed, you - deaf and dumb Wrong has been done - by me and my like Hollo - disgraced and wasted Broken - is the spell of yours Hollo - disgraced and wasted Broken - is the spell of yours I'm walking away and never will return 05. Windlake Tale
Down to the south they migrate, I'm watching down below
Desire burning my heart, I cannot fly I'm standing on the shore, birches are waiting naked Heavenly broom of winter has swept their leaves Nothing - left for me Tones of grey - are all I can see Eastern wind is tenderly fingering My cheekbones And on the lake On the foam-crested waves Grandfather frost Is riding So I'm going back to the Windlake Into the eye of the harsh gale Once and again to the Windlake Forever she's calling my name I say farewell to summer, and winterize my boat Onto the wooden horses, I put it up to rest And to the draining water, I will turn my back But along the icy cover, I will come back Nothing - left for me Tones of grey - are all I can see My feet cold, my hands are stiffed My snot and tears are taken up Taken, taken up by the wind The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale Windlake Tale, Windlake Tale So I'm going back to the Windlake Into the eye of the harsh gale Once and again to the Windlake Forever she's calling my name 06. Wolves On The Throne
This is the day which the lord hath made
I've ran with the hare and hunted with the hounds All those hardy years I've lied to myself Wolves on the throne Bastards in control Holding the strings and the shackles And running the world and the people They own the machines and the underling Who whip our landscape and squeeze the tears out Demons are here to stay Demons are here to stay They live in cities and from their concrete booths They keep on watching and just give a damn Raping and destruction Human waste invasion Wasteful utilization Irresponsible pollution No hope for anyone No home for anyone Meaningless promises Tearing down the innocent Kill, kill Rape, rape And consume Get enriched Before others Wolves on the throne Bastards in control Holding the strings and the shackles And running the world and the people The change never comes Without you 07. Black Marten's Trace
A bounding motion in the dark snowy forest
A slender body, agile movements, death in the grasp A silent beast, a killing arm of the darkest hours Now hiding in the secret place, will I find you? Snow has covered the snow I'm waiting for the morning glow I'm willing to follow the line of trails you left for me My backpack is on my back filled with axe, shovel and traps I just can't wait to see, taking place the ruthless race I've lost too many times As I've tried to take your life And I'm coming after you, sorting out the skein you've made Quickly am I lost? I just won't give up So I'll go around the place and find your trace once again While you're running away but i know once you'll mistake I've lost too many times As I've tried to take your life I'm sneaking after you, patience is my best trump I am slowly drawing near, and my faith is strong I feel your presence mile after mile, inch by inch But what can I do when I lose my way on the... Black Marten's trace A bounding motion in the dark snowy forest A slender body, agile movements, death in the grasp A silent beast, a killing arm of the darkest hours Now hiding in the secret place, will I find you? I'm sneaking after you, patience is my best trump I am slowly drawing near, and my faith is wrong I feel your presence mile after mile, inch by inch But what can I do when I lose my way on the... Black Marten's trace 08. The Trapper
In the eyes of the trapper fire's burning, burning bright
He's searching for the crossing where the fox has left its traces on Shortly finds a trail jam, lays his snare under the trace With care wipes his own marks and skis back along his own tracks The work has been done as well as he does Can't sleep at night, can't stand the wait He has to get up, he has to leave And before the dawn the chase is on Gently slide the skis on the hardened skiing tracks The narrow beam of the headlight moves around back and forth Shows the way through the tangle, reveals the gleam under the spruce The yellow flashes in the darkness, shotgun's flame lights up the sky The gleam dies out But the fire's burning And on the gambrel's nails Is hanging upside down One of god's cereals Giving away its skin and tail Once and again This lonely man Is skiing back Along his own tracks |