Pimeä Maa [English translation]

Thousand years ago

last of the holy ground

no song was sung for joy

no word was said in vain, no

Strike nails on the boat

tar the cold man

kill me and bury me

so the chief's wife softly sings

Dark Land

They built their ships

Three days it took

On these cold plains

Where the Sun seldom rises

Here they pray the spirits

To keep up life

Here they pray for a swift winter

To take the dead to the twilight away

Dark Land