Текст Amorphis – Exile Of The Sons Of Uisliu
Текст:
A wave the sound of Noisiu’s voice
his singing was ever sweet…
Noisiu’s grave has now been made
and the accompaniment was mournful
For him I poured out — hero of heroes,
the deadly drink that killed him
Dear his short shining hair
a handsome man, even very beautiful
Dear the grey eyes that women loved
fierce they were foes
