Interpret:

Korpiklaani

Album:

Voice Of Wilderness

The waves of the lake splash 
and pines hum. 
The frost of the north hurts, 
Finnish grief it sings. 
Woods bleak and stony, unlit, 
there my mind rests. 
There I will forget the pain, 
stars and moon us bless. 
O my native land, stand proud, facing the future. 
You were never broken down, banished into the night 
O my native land, stand proud, facing the future 
you will never be broken down. 
Not weather can frighten us 
not to shrivel us winters 
not the cruelty ofthe woods 
take our blood and life. 
Frothy rapids roar 
and the hills high. 
Woods of pine and forests of birch 
over the wide rocks.