Tracks

01. Kunnia
02. Tuonelan Tuvilla
03. Rauta
07. Ievan Polkka
08. Husky Sledge
11. Metsälle
14. Honor
15. At The Huts Of The Underworld
16. The Steel
17. Soil Of The Corpse
18. Predator's Saliva
19. Dismal
20. Ieva's Polka
21. Husky Sledge
22. Dolorous
23. Dream
24. Off To The Hunt



01. Kunnia

Turha miehen on manalle,
Yksin mennä iltasella,
Ei Miehen pidä pelätä,
Elämää elon lopussa.

Turha miehen on manalle,
Omaa ikaansa paeta,
Ei miehen pidä omaansa,
Otta, kuolla, kunniatta.

Turha miehen tuonelassa,
Surra kunniattomuutta,
El sellasien miehen aika,
Kunniaksi koskaan muutu.

Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Ei kunniatta manalle mennä.

Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Elolle, maalle, taistolle.

Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Ei kunniatta manalle mennä.

Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Elolle, maalle, taistolle.

On kunniakasta sotilaan,
Suurta asetta sivellä,
Myös kunnia on hänellä,
Taistosta manalle mennä.

Suuri on sydän sotilaan,
Joka kuolee maansa vuoksi,
Sotamiehellä myös on suuri,
Kunnia omasta maasta.

Ei miehen pidä manalle,
Kunniatta koskaan mennä,
Sotamiehen kunniana,
On maansa elonsa tieto.

Van mikä on miehen tieto,
Joka itse manalle mennut?

Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Ei kunniatta manalle mennä.

Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Elolle, maalle, taistolle.

Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Ei kunniatta manalle mennä.

Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Kunnia,
Elolle, maalle, taistolle.


02. Tuonelan Tuvilla

Olpa nuori Joukahainen, laiha poika lappalainen.
Piti viikosta vihoa, ylen kauaista kaetta

Laativi tulisen jousen, jalon kaaren kaunistavi:
kaaren rauasta rakenti, vaskesta selän valavi;

"Karkaeli nuoliansa.
Sai vasamat valmihiksi ja jousen jänniteltäväksi"

Sie ampuisitko nyt Väinämöisen ja kaataisitko kalevalaisen,
tuo ilo ilmalta katoisi ja laulu maalta lankeaisi.
On ilo ilmalla jo parempi ja laulu maalla laatuisampi,
kuin onpi Manalan mailla, noilla, tuolla Tuonelan tuvilla.
Tuonelan tuvilla.

Viikon vuotti Väinämöistä, valvoen vajojen päissä,
kuunnellen kujan perällä, vahtaellen vainiolla,
jou'utti tulisen jousen, koppoi kaaren kauneimman
pään varalle Väinämöisen, surmaksi suvantolaisen.

Siitä vanha Väinämöinen suistuvi sulahan,
selästä sinisen hirven.


03. Rauta

Iske rauta, synny rauta
Synny kuumassa tulessa
Iske rauta, nouse maasta
Synny povissa luonnotarten

Iske raudat, tapporauta
Iskemällä sinä synnyt
Iske rauta, musta rauta
Kuuman tervan polttorauta

Iske, iske!

Iske! Kolme rautaa iskekäähän
Teidät iski Ilmarinen
Iskeäkseen nosti maasta
Jäljistä petojen jalkain

Iske rauta, synny rauta
Muutu kuumassa tulessa
Vanno rauta, tapporauta
Älä koskaan omia iske
Vanno rauta, tapporauta
Älä koskaan omia iske

Kolme rautaa iskekäähän
Teidät iski Ilmarinen
Iskeäkseen nosti maasta
Jäljistä petojen jalkain

Iske rauta, synny rauta
Muutu kuumassa tulessa
Vanno rauta, tapporauta
Älä koskaan omia iske
Vanno rauta, tapporauta
Älä koskaan omia iske

Iske rauta, vaskirauta
Iskusta teräsi saanet
Iske rautani punainen
Kuuman polton poiki rauta

Iske rauta kauniin kirkas,
Iskusta sinäkin synnyt
Iske rauta valkehinen,
Tervattu tapporauta

Iskustakin sinäkin synnyt
Iske, iske!
Iskustakin sinäkin synnyt
Iske, iske!

Iske! Kolme rautaa iskekäähän
Teidät iski Ilmarinen
Iskeäkseen nosti maasta
Jäljistä petojen jalkain

Iske rauta, synny rauta
Muutu kuumassa tulessa
Vanno rauta, tapporauta
Älä koskaan omia iske
Vanno rauta, tapporauta
Älä koskaan omia iske

Kolme rautaa iskekäähän
Teidät iski Ilmarinen
Iskeäkseen nosti maasta
Jäljistä petojen jalkain

Iske, iske!


07. Ievan Polkka

Nuapurista kuulu se polokan tahti
Jalakani pohjii kutkutti.
Ievan äiti se tyttöösä vahti
Vaan kyllähän Ieva sen jutkutti,
Sillä ei meitä silloin kiellot haittaa
Kun myö tanssimme laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput tupput täppyt
Äppyt tipput hilijalleen.

Ievan suu oli vehnäsellä
Ko immeiset onnee toevotti.
Peä oli märkänä jokaisella
Ja viulu se vinku ja voevotti.
Ei tätä poikoo märkyys haittaa
Sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput...

Ievan äiti se kammarissa
Virsiä veisata huijjuutti,
Kun tämä poika naapurissa
Ämmän tyttöä nuijjuutti.
Eikä tätä poikoo ämmät haittaa
Sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan.
Salivili...

Siellä oli lystiä soiton jäläkeen
Sain minä kerran sytkyyttee.
Kottiin ko mäntii ni ämmä se riitelj
Ja Ieva jo alako nyyhkyytteek.
Minä sanon Ievalle mitäpä se haittaa
Laskemma vielähi laiasta laitaa.
Salivili...

Muorille sanon jotta tukkee suusi
En ruppee sun terveyttäs takkoomaa.
Terveenä peäset ku korjoot luusi
Ja määt siitä murjuus makkoomaa.
Ei tätä poikoo hellyys haittaa
Ko akkoja huhkii laiasta laitaan.
Salivili...

Sen minä sanon jotta purra pittää
Ei mua niin voan nielasta.
Suat männä ite vaikka lännestä ittään
Vaan minä en luovu Ievasta,
Sillä ei tätä poikoo kainous haittaa
Sillon ko tanssii laiasta laitaan.
Salivili...


08. Husky Sledge

[Instrumental]


11. Metsälle

Miesty metsä, kostu korpi, taivu ainoinen Tapio
Saata miestä saarekselle, sille kummulle kuleta
Jost' on saalis saatavana, erän toimi tuotavana
Jost' on saalis saatavana, erän toimi tuotavana

Hiien hirven käytäville, poropeuran polkeville
Lähen nyt miehistä metsälle, Urohista ulkotöille
Tapiolan tietä myöten, Tapion talojen kautta
Tapiolan tietä myöten, Tapion talojen kautta

Oi Ukko Ylijumala, tahi taatto taivahinen
Tee nyt mulle suorat sukset, Kepeäiset kalhuttimet
Joilla hiihteä hivitän poikki soijen, Hiihän kohti hiien maita
Poikki pohjan kankaahista, Poikki soijen, poikki maien

Joki joutuvi etehen, Puro tielle poikkipuolin
Silkki sillaks sivalla, punaverka portahaksi
Saata poikki salmistaki, vetele vesien poikki
Poikki Pohjolan joesta, Yli kosken kuohuloista

Oi Ukko Ylijumala, tahi taatto taivahinen
Tee nyt mulle suorat sukset, Kepeäiset kalhuttimet
Joilla hiihteä hivitän poikki soijen, Hiihän kohti hiien maita
Poikki pohjan kankaahista, Poikki soijen, poikki maien


14. Honor

No use going to the underworld,
Alone toward the evening,
No use fearing for your life,
When life is drawing to a close.

No use going to the underworld,
In order to escape your time,
You shouldn't take what belongs to you,
There's no need to die in disgrace.

No use going to the underworld,
To grieve over your own disgrace,
The time of those who do will never,
Be changed into their honor.

Glory,
Glory,
Gloria.
There is no dying without Glory.

Glory,
Glory,
Gloria.
To life, the land, and to the battle.

Glory,
Glory,
Gloria.
There is no dying without Glory.

Glory,
Glory,
Gloria.
To life, the land, and to the battle.

A Warrior's so glorious,
When stroking his mighty sword,
He has the great honor of,
Going to the underworld.

A soldier who dies for his land,
Has been endowed with a great heart,
The soldier also has glory,
The honor of his native country.

No use going to the underworld,
Ever to end up in disgrace,
A soldiers glory lies within,
The knowledge of his life and land.

But those who want to the underworld,
Barley Heard a thing of honor.

Glory,
Glory,
Gloria.
There is no dying without Glory.

Glory,
Glory,
Gloria.
To life, the land, and to the battle.

Glory,
Glory,
Gloria.
There is no dying without Glory.

Glory,
Glory,
Gloria.
To life, the land, and to the battle.


15. At The Huts Of The Underworld

Joukahainen, a youthful son
Laplander, a slender fellow
Bore a grudge within his heart
Bitter envy in his bosom

Thus he worked a fiery crossbow
So he shaped a noble bow
And he formed the bow of iron
Overlaid the back with copper

Then the points were to be sharpened
So the arrows then were ready
And his bow was fit for bending

Now, should you bring 'bout Väinämöinen's death
And by your arrow let him die
Joy will then fade away from Earth
Songs cannot then be heard again
Elation is way better on Earth
And the musicis more cherrful in here
Than somewhere in the land of the dead
At the huts of the underworld

Long he watched for Väinämöinen
Peering, peeping at the lodges
Sometimes listening in the alleys
Sometimes watching in the meadow

Spanned in haste his mighty crossbow
And he aimed his splendid weapon
At the head of Väinämöinen
Thus to kill Suvantolainen

And then the old Väinämöinen
Fell head over the heels in water
Off the back of his blue moose

Now, should you bring 'bout Väinämöinen's death
And by your arrow let him die
Joy will then fade away from Earth
Songs cannot then be heard again
Elation is way better on Earth
And the musicis more cherrful in here
Than somewhere in the land of the dead
At the huts of the underworld


16. The Steel

Steel, strike now, come into being
Spring up from the hot fire
Steel, strike now, rise up from the ground
Arise from the busts of nymphs.

Deadly steel, it's time to strike
You'll come to life by strikes
Black steel, it's time to strike
You hot tar-burning steel

Strike Strike!

Three steels, it's time to strike
You were forged by Ilmarinen
He picked you from the ground
From footprints of beast

Steel, strike now, come being into being
Transform in the hot fire
Swear you now, killing steel
Merely to strike the enemies

Swear you now, killing steel
Merely to strike the enemies

Three steels, it's time to strike
You were forged by Ilmarinen
He picked you from the ground
From footprints of beast

Steel, strike now, come being into being
Transform in the hot fire
Swear you now, killing steel
Merely to strike the enemies

Swear you now, killing steel
Merely to strike the enemies

Copper steel, it's time to strike
Strikes may build up your strength
Steel so red, it's time to strike
You hot-burning cross-steel

Fine and shiny steel, strike now
You will made by strikes
Whitish steel, it's time to strike
You sharpened killing steel

Strikes may build up your strength
Strike Strikes
Strikes may build up your strength
Strike Strikes strike

Three steels, it's time to strike
You were forged by Ilmarinen
He picked you from the ground
From footprints of beast

Steel, strike now, come being into being
Transform in the hot fire
Swear you now, killing steel
Merely to strike the enemies

Swear you now, killing steel
Merely to strike the enemies

Three steels, it's time to strike
You were forged by Ilmarinen
He picked you from the ground
From footprints of beast

Steel, strike now, come being into being
Transform in the hot fire
Swear you now, killing steel
Merely to strike the enemies

Swear you now, killing steel
Merely to strike the enemies

Strike, strike, strike


17. Soil Of The Corpse

Calmy I walk in the bone gardens
I listen to the wind of north
I dig soil with my hands
For the good of the day to come

Tomorrow I will be back again
We'll drink a cup and another
I'll toss soil in your spirits
You are to taste the might of death

So I agreed and so will do
I stayed up nights, heard a sound
From the depths of the darkest mind
From the caches of the horrible song

Soil of the corpse, I give it to you
I spinkle it around for you
To get rich, to fall in love
I take a risk, I check my cards

As you drink this soil like wine
Crumbs, remnants, the corpse of mine
You will see the world with new eyes
You will see the world with insane eyes

If you don't drink the soil of death
If you don't taste the black earth
I will then lose everything
My money, mind and spirit

Tomorrow I will be back again
We'll drink a cup and another
I'll toss soil in your spirits
You are to taste the might of death

Soil of the corpse, I give it to you
I spinkle it around for you
To get rich, to fall in love
I take a risk, I check my cards

As you drink this soil like wine
Crumbs, remnants, the corpse of mine
You will see the world with new eyes
You will see the world with insane eyes

Your head will turn, your mind will twist
You'll sink in pain and you'll fall down
Your destiny is death
The underworld will be your home

So I agreed and so will do
I stayed up nights, I heard a sound
From the depths of the dark mind
From the caches of the horrible song

Soil of the corpse
Soil of the corpse
Corpse

Soil of the corpse, I give it to you
I spinkle it around for you
To get rich, to fall in love
I take a risk, I check my cards

As you drink this soil like wine
Crumbs, remnants, the corpse of mine
You will see the world with new eyes
You will see the world with insane eyes

Soil of the corpse, I give it to you
I spinkle it around for you
To get rich, to fall in love
I take a risk, I check my cards

As you drink this soil like wine
Crumbs, remnants, the corpse of mine
You will see the world with new eyes
You will see the world with insane eyes


18. Predator's Saliva

Osmtar, the Father of Beer
He walked to the edge of the fields
The barley had come from Pellonpekko
Thus the barley was added to beer

Osmotar, he rubbed his hands
So he rubbed them time after time
Thus the animals had come to life
Those fetchers of the seasoning

He got the sap and he got the spuce sprouts
Those he had fetched from the woods
That's how Osmotar prepared the beer
Out of hops and barley

But the beer would not ferment
The costly ale lies still in place
That's when the means were found by him
By Osmotar, the God of Beer

Get the predator's saliva

Get the predator's saliva!!
Get the predator's saliva!!

Then he followed the instructions
So he fetched the bear's saliva
It was time for the beer to ferment
The dark proper beer so fragrant

Thus a toast was made to Ukko
Thus the pints of beer were raised
The holiest drink of them all
Which is called the Sap of the Gods

He got the sap and he got the spuce sprouts
Those he had fetched from the woods
That's how Osmotar prepared the beer
Out of hops and barley

But the beer would not ferment
The costly ale lies still in place
That's when the means were found by him
By Osmotar, the God of Beer

Get the predator's saliva
Get the predator's saliva

Get the predator's saliva
Get the predator's saliva


19. Dismal

Juokahainen, he is greater
Greater than his story relic
The vast barrow of Hot Steams
His tremendous sauna stove

Juokahainen, he is gloomier
Gloomier than the dark forest
The forest with a dark emotion
Behind it is the stove

Sneak through the gloomy forest
Look at the giant, make offerings
Carry dark soil on your heels
Always carry it all the way home

In the dark soil and in the ground
In the holes of rocks and in swamps
The gloomy creator will appear
Juokahainen from the dark side

A whisper reached my ear
And the shadows returned upon my head
The dark, dismal and silent god
The sounds of the forest shatter

The Giant's kettle, the barrow
Those dark omens are now bygones
The land is the creator's might
The might belongs to Juokahainen

In the dark soil and in the ground
In the holes of rocks and in swamps
The gloomy creator will appear
Juokahainen from the dark side

In the dark soil and in the ground
In the holes of rocks and in swamps
The gloomy creator will appear
Juokahainen from the dark side


20. Ieva's Polka

I heard the polka rhythm next door
And it set my soles on fire
Ieva's mom she watched her daughter
But Ieva turned out a liar

No matter what her mother says
It's time to dance around

Ieva she wore a smile on her face
As people wished her luck for the day
Everybody had worked up a sweat
And the violin kept on moaning late

No matter whether it's boiling or not
It's time to dance around

Ieva's mom, she slipped away
Into her chamber to sing a psalm
While Ieva and the lad next door
They had trouble keeping calm

No matter what the old hag says
It's time to screw around
No matter what the old hag says
It's time to screw around

After the music the fun began
That's when the pal he messed around
But at home Ieva's mom picked up a fight
And Ieva she cried her eyes out

No matter what the old lady say
As it's time to dance around
No matter what the old lady say
As it's time to dance around

I told Ieva's mom to keep it down
" I ain't gonna beat you up, indeed"
" You better head for your chamber
And I'll leave you in peace"

No matter how gentle I am
It's time to dance around
No matter how gentle I am
It's time to dance around

I'm gonna be a hard one to trap
I ain't gonna be a sitting duck
You travel to the east and to the west
But Ieva and I won't be out of luck

No matter whether I might be coy
It's time to dance around


21. Husky Sledge

[Intrumental]


22. Dolorous

[Intrumental]


23. Dream

The dream outsie is asking
Whether the child is in her bed yet
Whether he's wrapped in the blankets

The chgild is already in bed
He is lying in the blankets
But he cannot fall asleep

Dreams, travel to him from outside
Weave up the eyelids of the child
Weave them with your golden yarn
Deam, appear from above the oven
Shoot the child on the eyelids
Shoot him with your drowsy arrow

Come from the Huts of the Underworld
Come as a silent guide
Don't you worry, little child
Leave cares to the one who cares
Worries to the one who worries
Knowledges to the one who knows
Sleep does not not come from outside
In the room of the cautious one

Dream, mount a ewe and ride
Dreams, travel by a calm sheep
Let a blue-eyed horse carry you
Show him the way to the Dreamland
Bring the Invisible a dream

Dream, appear now from outside
Come through under the windows
Bind up the eyeslids of the child
Bind them with your silken bond
The the little one fell asleep
The golden yarn calmed his eyes

Come from the Huts of the Underworld
Come as a silent guide

Dream, mount a ewe and ride
Dreams, travel by a calm sheep
Let a blue-eyed horse carry you
Show him the way to the Dreamland
Bring the Invisible a dream

Dream, mount a ewe and ride
Dreams, travel by a calm sheep
Let a blue-eyed horse carry you
Show him the way to the Dreamland
Bring the Invisible a dream


24. Off To The Hunt

Rapids and fields, be merciful
Oh Tapio, show me your grace
Show me the way to the islands
Let me wander through the woodlands

Where the elusive game is
Where I at last may find my prey
Where the elusive game is
Where I at last may find my prey

In the traces of Hiisi's moose
Through the paths of savage deer
For the hunt I was now chosen
For the pursuit I am leaving

Through the woods of Tapiola
By Tapio's huts and lodges
Through the woods of Tapiola
By Tapio's huts and lodges

Ukko, you supreme creator
The achitect of all we see
Now bestow me with decent skis
Please grant me proper snowshoes

They ought to carry me briskly
While I am skiing through these swamps
Through the woodlands of Lapland
By the marshlands and the meadow

Should rivers appear on the way
Should a creek be laid before
Then build a bridge out of silk
And make stairs of scarlet colors

Direct the deer through sounds and straits
Steer them through those streams and waters
Through the river of Pohjola
Through the emormous frothy rapids

Ukko, you supreme creator
The achitect of all we see
Now bestow me with decent skis
Please grant me proper snowshoes

They ought to carry me briskly
While I am skiing through these swamps
Through the woodlands of Lapland
By the marshlands and the meadow

Ukko, you supreme creator
The achitect of all we see
Now bestow me with decent skis
Through the woodlands