Far from here, a house forsaken on lands of yesterday
the silence of the night has crept in
as weeping of the women, as thoughts of solitude
as sadness and as grief
In a dim deserted room a token left on the table
a talisman, a hairbrush from his father
oozing from the shaft a stream of bitter sap
dripping scarlet flow, so slow
They know it to be an emblem of death
a sign of destruction
they recognize the end of a friend
the agony of a man and son
they look at brush, remember the black hair
they weep the bitter sap
Oozing from the shaft a stream of bitter sap
dripping scarlet flow, so slow
bristles weeping wet, into a pool of red
1 | Silent Waters |
2 | House of Sleep |
3 | Silver Bride |
4 | You I Need |
5 | The Smoke |
6 | Alone |
7 | Thousand Lakes |
8 | Black Winter Day |
9 | Sky Is Mine |
10 | My Kantele |