Itkuvirsj' [English translation]

Wrath rises against goodwill of love

It inadvertently slays everything

It sends the ferryman of Hades on his rounds again

It joins life and death together in marriage

A loud dirge is sung and the shores are covered in blood

The song of death is chanted, carrying its tale afar

The grim hymn and the river ferry move in sinister harmony

A choir of tribesmen on the shores curse this mortal coil

Dread - it will blind even the most brave mind

Anger will cake parched tongues in blood

And once again the ferry of Hades departs

To cure the disease of mankind

A soul will never find peace, not ever

There’s no solace for the forlorn

Under earthly dirt an abode can be found

Only one the poor wretch can have