Bird (feat. Petri Lindroos)
From your shoulder I will fly
To misty fields,
Like little bird.
I will hide you with my hand
From raging flame
And from the sword.
My sword is heavy,
The saddle on my horse.
Days, nights I traveled,
This road where I belong.
Ashes behind, brave warriors dead
They slumber now on the battlefields.
My pain is all I have left,
My mother's song is all I hear.
From your shoulder I will fly
To misty fields,
Like little bird.
I will hide you with my hand
From raging flame
And from the sword.
My trace is Blood on feather grass,
Soon eyes will closed, my spirit fades.
Death now has sent for me,
In arrow's whizz is my mother's song.
From your shoulder I will fly
To misty fields,
Like little bird.
I will hide you with my hand
From raging flame
And from the sword.
Lush are these fields of grasses,
Wild land strange for the miles over around.
Like mother's tears it will rain in silence,
Healing all of you deadly wounds.
Then all of a sudden
Wild bird flapped her wings -
From death she's covered
And sat right by me.
Lush are these fields of grasses,
Wild land strange for the miles over around.
Like mother's tears it will rain in silence,
Healing all of you deadly wounds.
Lush are these fields of grasses,
Wild land strange for the miles over around.
Like mother's tears it will rain in silence,
Healing all of you deadly wounds.
The power of mother's love is truly miraculous. No matter how far will the warrior's path take him, the mother's blessing is always there. For her heart always hurts for him. Our song will tell you how Mother Nature herself protects the warrior from death following the word of his own mother. And how it can return him back to life reminding that our world is full of love and even the most severe wounds will be healed someday.
