Korpiklaani - Manala lyrics
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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 |