Tuonela

Sorrow is my bread
 And tears I drink as wine
 Oblivion my happiness
 Ground under teeth of time
 For cold be the stone
 When frost devoured the land
 Consolation is no gift
 Of winter's icy hand
 Upon a crust of snow
 I'll lay my broken frame
 What steel and iron won't take
 I'll give in winter's name
 No good a sullen soul
 No use a simple knave
 No groom for brides of plaited hair
 This man old and lame
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 If only I could breathe
 To see the sun of May
 But still longer are the nights than days
 As I wither away
 Came the man of crown
 With sound of war drums beat
 Said no sword arm's strong enough
 Without my two good feet
 Upon a crust of snow
 I'll lay my broken frame
 What steel and iron won't take
 I'll give in winter's name
 No good a sullen soul
 No use a simple knave
 No groom for brides of plaited hair
 This man old and lame
 Old and lame
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 No good a sullen soul
 No use a simple knave
 No groom for brides of plaited hair
 This man old and lame
 But not overlooked am I
 In eyes of the maid I'll wed
 I'll reap the crops of Tuonela
 My bride's wealth in death