Lyrics: trad., Music: Holopainen, Laine)



The islander slips into hiding

and takes to his heels

out of dark Northland

the murky house of Sara

he whirled out of doors as snow

arrives as smoke in the yard

to flee from bad deeds



There he had to become someone else

he must change his shape

as an eagle he swept up

wanted to soar heavenward

the sun burnt his cheeks

the moon lit his brows