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