Exile Of The Sons Of Uisliu - Amorphis

A wave the sound of Noisiu’s voice

His singing was ever sweet

Noisiu’s grave has now been made

And the accompaniment was mournful

For him I poured out

Hero of heroes

The deadly drink

That killed him

Dear his short

Shining hair

A handsome man

Even very beautiful

Dear the grey eyes

That women loved

Fierce they were foes

Dear the grey eyes

A wave the sound of Noisiu’s voice

His singing was ever sweet

Noisiu’s grave has now been made

And the accompaniment was mournful