As people1 are
lost without a leader
the world is
lost without God
Five loafs of bread were shared2
Two fish were shared
This has to suffice
The maker of these wonders won't return
Morning is
like the nest of some strange bird
fragile aloft
It rocks
on the rotten wood of the treetop and cold wind
pulling and dragging violently
I don't put my children
to sleep with a fairytale any more
We listen, how
conquerors march on the streets
Ideology, religion, money
in the name of all evil
we have to swallow, we swallow a horse
and it's leather
Morning is
like the nest of some strange bird
fragile aloft
It rocks
in the rotten wood of the treetop and cold wind
pulling and dragging violently
Or an instrument
built from the darkness of night
frost's hair for strings
put together from cobwebs in morning dew
sounding like strings of death
Tuonelas3 instrument plays
a gangly kantele4 jingles
The night thickens, and
the last beams of light escape
when death's hands caress us
1. people in the sense of a nation most likely2. or 'distributed'3. the Underworld in Finnish mythology4. Finnish zither