------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- AMORPHIS are: PASI KOSKINEN - vocals TOMI KOIVUSAARI - rhythm guitar and sitar ESA HOLOPAINEN - lead and acoustic guitars OLLI - PEKKA LAINE - bass PEKKA KASARI - drums and percussion All keyboards by Santeri Kallio Saxophone (on track 3 & 4) and flute (on track 9) by Sakary Kukko All music and arrangements by AMORPHIS. All lyrics by Pasi Koskinen except track 10 by Antti Litmanen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE WAY Forging the future from the timeless stone Oh let me know how far I can go Answering the questions that no one ever asks Float through the sea of madness And face the everlasting task So lonely to wander So sad to be alone In the mist of the unknown Trying to fool myself with dreams that never come true So hard to stand my ground Will you tell me not to wait Tell me to live for today As the flowers wither I will forget my pain Since the stars have shone The devil has shown me the way MORNING STAR You live only for yourself Or send your soul to the heaven's grace Been weak as the autumn leaves Or strong as the growing seed Swallowed into the black Search for the entrance Watch to the eyes of morning star Beckon for the savior But it's much too far Reach for the infinity The only thing that remains is decay NIGHTFALL As a rot to rape the spring sown seed A plague sprang forth of this tracks Churns run red when cows milked blood And famine cracked poor backs Who would hear a lament sad Under the bright blue sky That's sung in hovels dark and low With eyes too weak to cry But horror be the nightfall's gloom For the man upon the road When moon doth laugh at worthless lives Twice hard for all promise showed Empty stare upon his face Nine fathoms deep He set upon the road again On ground that bears no seed TUONELA Sorrow is mi bread And tears I drink as wine Oblivion my happiness Ground under tooth of time For cold be the stone When frost be 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 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 and drums beat Said no sword arm's strong enough Without my two good feet 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 GREED Not thirsty am I for the blood Of redeemer of thy creed My hunger can't be satisfied With flesh of thy nazarene No gilded streets of heaven's grace Entice me in thy speech No holy mother doth condone All your pillage war and greed But know thee that all oceans worth Of waters turned holy Won't change the course of river That runs inside of me My blood flows ever skyward And pools where thy black is white For wouldst thou not carve at my soul With sword of thy supreme truth Strike me down on my bended knees For thy baptism to soothe My blood flows ever skyward And pools where thy black is white Alone am I to raise my head In the starless forest night DIVINITY Last brings the grace For bearers of forbidden name Step into five fold mace As son as father in a frame Someday fire wipes the rain Fears are frozen tears whisper Thing that no one hears Cry now, cry now for me again Tomorrow's pride and pain Why you kneel before my name Crushing my belief And make shape to my relief For who you set your prayers I can't hear them anyway SHINING My soul is bleeding I feel so small Afraid that this will never end I can't understand the pain in my bones I sleep through another trance Climb over the rainbow From here you can see so much I need someone to take me down But for who can you trust Got so many things to say But it's something I don't wanna be Gotta get away cause it's time to shine Like a fallen angel I run I won't ever see the sun See the circle is now complete Yet the harvest remains undone Where hemlock grows and vermin crawl All dreams descend with fear Crushed by the darkness that wells inside That beast I hold so dear WITHERED… Withered be the flower Long past its prime and bloom Forgotten on the stony bed This silent hillside tomb For coppered be the grip Of this wooded land A crude cogauntlet Hides the boney hand Tears once warmed the ground Torn out of eyes that could cry no more Compassion for the wind to take A doth pity the bastard poor A life of misery and hate Upon a chance a twist of fate The poison from the goblet ran Down the throat of her drunken man RUSTY MOON Bathed in the rust of moon Is the death bed's lullaby Sung so softly with the stars Reflected in her eyes It's the blaze that beckons men Into the woods of beaten path Is the sight of fire that No maiden's eyes should have Iron does as iron's told And drinks of life's red gold But shame won't leave with dying breath The life that wants its own death And the forest hums silent hymn Heard by those of solitude As mist it wells Up the brook's dark banks Bewitched by these fir words SUMMER'S END In the morning mist by the waning moon Through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root Tread my path to summer's end This bequest I leaveyou she says You will see what could be evergreen Turn to copper and fade to gray By the standing stones Atropine eyes smiled at me Sitting in a stuggish vertigo Sands of time form another dream No love without sacrifice No life springs without decay The final kiss is a wormy one In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay MY KANTELE Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense Who say that music reckon that the Kantele Was fashioned by a god Out of a great pike's shoulders From a water - dog's hooked bones It was made from the grief Moulded from sorrow Its belly out of hard days Its soundboard from endless woes Its strings gathered from torments And it pegs from other ills So it will not play, will not rejoice at all Music will not play to please Give off the right sort of joy For it was fashioned from cares Moulded from sorrow THE BROTHER - SLAYER Where have you been, where have you been My son, my merry son? On the seashore, on the seashore Mother, my darling one. And what have you been doing there My son, my merry son? I have been watering my horse Mother, my darling one. Why is there blood upon your feet My son, my merry son? My horse stamped with its iron shoe Mother, my darling one. Why is there blood upon your sword My son, my merry son? I have stopped my brother dead Mother, my darling one. What now of you, where will you go My son, my merry son? To other lands, to foreign lands My dame, my darling one. When will you returning home My son, my wretched son? When all the world to judgement comes My dame, my darling one.