Kuoleman risteyksestä kolme virstaa pohjoiseen [English translation]

The mere thought of victory sends chills down my spine

The moment of reaching the finish-line horrifies me

I would see all my thoughts in the right light,

see how my love is scarce, how my knowledge is ignorance

And is it only now when I realize I am not greater than you;

you whom I have always hated, loathed and feared,

we poor souls, hanged on the nooses side-by-side

and after twitching a while we are thrown into the hole

refrain:

From the crossroads of death

three more versts* to the north

Who demands for an easy song in the senseless world

when every song is hard to sing

even if it's made of beautiful lies

"beautiful lies!"

who demands to know what is raging under one's chest

when inside that crooked world there are

a million knotted snakes

Everything you do has been done

Everything you see has been seen

Everything you touch has been touched by many hands

but not with your hands

but not with your eyes

but not inside of you before you have done it yourself

Refrain x 2