He wanted to prove what fathers had foreseen

What had been from the ancient writings

Interpret was more than a myth



...More than a myth [x3]



Recklessly, filled with enthusiasm

He wandered ahead with stories and sages

From childhood echoing on his mind

Unconciosly guiding him



...Stories guiding him [x3]



Eagerly he pursued ahead to make his seek complete

To get himself the mightiest weapon of all



In the denser firwood

Darkness blurring his sight

The bolts of Ukko storming up high

Horns of Tapio confusing his mind



Through sinister landscapes of Pohjola to find

A river Tuonela on whose black flood glides a swan



...A sole swan

...A sole swan

...A Soulswan



Leading to the dale of the dead.