Interpret:

Amorphis

Album:

Elegy

Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense 
Who say that music reckon that the kantele 
Was fashioned by God 
Out of a great pike's shoulders 
From a water-dog's hooked bones: 
It was made from grief 


It's belly out of hard days 
Its sound board from endless woes 
Its strings gathered from torments 
And it pegs from other ills 
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense 


So it will not play, will not rejoice at all 
Music will not play to please 
Give off the right sort of joy 
For it was fashioned from cares 
Moulded from sorrow