Exile Of The Sons Of Uisliu

Amorphis

A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice

his singing was ever sweet...

Noisiu's grave has now been made

and the accompaniment was mournful



For him I poured out - hero of heroes,

the deadly drink that killed him



Dear his short shining hair

a handsome man, even very beautiful



Dear the grey eyes that women loved

fierce they were foes