Amorphis Nightfall
As a rot to rape the spring sown seed A plague sprang forth of his tracks Churns ran red when cows milked blood And famine cracked poor backs Who would hear a lament sad Under the bright blue sky That's sung in hovels dark and low With eyes too weak to cry But horror be the nightfall's gloom For the man upon the road When moon doth laugh at worthless lives Twice hard for all promise showed Empty stare upon his face Nine fathoms deep He set upon the road again On ground that bears no seed
