The nations search for treasure And beasts rise from their tombs Kings revel in triumph All succumb to shadows in their own turn
The fish spawn, the birds nest The roses bloom and wither away The winds lash, the leaves decay All deaden to ice, covered by snow
See beyond the secrets of space The four bearers of heaven Gaze in all directions The four wise ones stand their ground Call the stars that shine in their skies Gaze in all directions
The rivers rush, the lakes they gleam When summer yields to autumn cold Moments flee into oblivion Fading to blue and turn into rime
The first cloaked in clement winds The second with meadow-scented hair The third who’s cold and grey The fourth who carries the snow away
Sing, the beginning of our songs Spin an end to all our stories Sing, the beginning of our songs And bring an end to all our stories In Tuonela
See beyond the secrets of space The four bearers of heaven Gaze in all directions The four wise ones stand their ground Call the stars that shine in their skies Gaze in all directions Kings revel in triumph All succumb to shadows in their own turn
Moments flee into oblivion All succumb to shadows in their own turn