Kärähtäny kylä [English translation]

Under a gray morning mist in pouring black rain

A village lied in ashes, with not a soul alive

The armies already gone, only a rowboat perched on the shore

With his hands crossed a priest blasphemes “to hell with all this”

The bloody battle has ceased and the denizens have fallen

No war drums are heard nor fair bird songs anymore

The ruins lie in ash, the stench of death around

The frosted ground cloaked in blood and renewed life is a hope in vain

The Grim Reaper seated on his steed, beholding the village debris

Inspecting the void below, the view is of damned desolation

The priest curses all life to hell, denouncing the Lord Almighty

Begs the archdemon for solace just on this one and only occasion

I hereby curse you Creator, since hapless me you torment thus

Grief overcomes my heart as death is reaping its harvest

Blood will fill this world, all things alive will be lost