Through the land of Tuonela, I make my journey To solve the mysteries of the grave, my heart's violent yearning. The noisome welkin oozes down raining sour bile Like a worm-eaten face full moon shines on bright.
Interrment is the end of pain, escape from life's nauseous flame.
Across a field of mouldy grass I ride post and fast On a reindeer mummified with the witch-drum last. Heading for a citadel built from howling bones, Filling this heaving night with dark insane moans.
Interrment is the end of pain, escape from life's nauseous flame.
Approaching the castle gate I see its keeper He is the blind ape of fate, ancestor of the reaper. Hailing from a nearby lake, a monstrous fleshy arrow Aimed at our pallid world to kill us in our barrow.
Internet is the end of pain, escape from life's nameless fane.