Crowned In Crimson (From “Son of Revenge - The Story of Kalevala”)

The Moon used to rock my cradle at night

Twinkled the bells of the stars

Quivered the golden strands of my dreams

Whispered the Norns of my fate

But I was born under a bad sign

At a bad time to a place even worse

In the blood of my father

I was Baptised, bound to my sister

By crapes

They took away my bright-eyed son

Robbed me of my fledgling young one

Put him in chains and dragged him away

Took him to toil as a slave through his days

With two faces grinned the moon

The Sun was casting strange shadows

Many lives I fostered in me

Many roads all leading to death

I was Cursed to drown under

Under waves

Condemned to burn in the flames

Hanged to a branch of an old oak

Shackled in fetters of iron forged

I'll raise the sword of my vengeance

And cry in the name of my father

To quicken my blood

And destroy all those who stand in my way

Your quest for revenge

Will be your undoing

Drowned in the blood of your kin

The avenging sword will break in two

Lulled by the dreams of Tuonela

The river is dark as it's rocking my boat

Twinkle the silver bells of the stars

Quiver the golden strands of (my) life

Whisper the norns of my fate

Mustalla virralla veneeni keinuu

Helisevät tähtien hopeiset kellot

Värisevät elämän kultaiset langat

Kuiskivat kohtalon haltijat