It seemed to him Like he had wandered for at least a lifetime When a whistling sound unknown came to him Like lamentations of the wind
He longed to immerse his sword To Tuonela’s magical water Make for himself The deadliest weapon ever known
A whistling sound Like lamentations of the wind In the old forest began to drive him Towards insanity
Finally he noticed a black river Streching before him He had reached his dream But it was just the halfway of his journey He knew the return from Tuonela Would be even more difficult Than finding it ever was