Amorphis Nightbird's Song
Whispering of the trees And nightbird's wistful song My heart is growing still The silent warriors arise
From beneath the shadows blue From behind the shrouded veil The ghosts step in front of me The silent ones creep through me
They run beneath the stars They rush on the the road of night They glide on the glass of time They ride on a pale and frozen lake
Arise. The silent warriors arise Arise. From the black soil Arise. From the nightbird's song and screams
From the solar winds of my soul From the moonlit matter of my bones From shivering of my flesh From leaden weights of my memory
The ghost of time are born Step forth the immortals Emerge the envoys of the depths Silently the warriors arise
