Saapui hдn keskelle hдvityksen
Kylддn ammoin niin rauhaisaan.
Katot hehkuivat vдreissд liekkien
Ja veri rakkaiden peitti maan.
Vihan nostatti ja kiiri taivaisiin.
Niin moni lieni jo tiellд tuonelaan
Vaan he viel' ei veisi hдntд mukanaan.
Vaik' joukkonsa hдn kokosi liki lyцdyistд,
Yksin raivonsa vavahdutti julmaa vastusta.
Kai satakunta ruumista hдn polki allensa,
Armoa ken sai kohtas' vain kirveen kaulalla.
"Miekanterдt vapauttakaa,
Kostuttakaa kylmдд rautaa!
Suokaa heille vihastanne,
Hukuttakaa hurmeen virtaan! "
"Kilpien taa piiloutukaa,
Pelkurit jo perддntykдд!
Ohitsemme jos mielitte
Viimeinenkin hautaan saattakaa! "
Harvatpa kertomaan sддstyivдt,
Siksi veri yltyi virtaamaan.
Niin vain aika koitti myцs sankarin
Kirjailtu miekka kourassaan
(vaan mies taipumaton veljet rinnallaan
Tarustoissa elдд ainiaan).
[English translation:]
[Warrior's grave]
Amongst such ravage he arrived,
To a village once so calm.
Rooftops glowing the colours of flame
And the blood of the beloved on the ground.
Such anger did it raise to echo through all skies.
To beyond so many may have travelled
But not yet they were to take him along.
'though gathering his forces from those nearly defeated,
Alone it was his rage that shook the cruel enemy.
Hundreds of corpses he trampled underfoot,
His axe on their necks as a display of mercy.
"Blades of your swords shall be set free,
Iron so cold shall now redden!
Grant them a glimpse of your hatred,
Drown them into the streams of gore! "
"Behind your shields you shall now hide,
All you cowards better flee!
Should you past us desire to walk,
Our last man standing you must strike to the ground! "
Very few were spared to tell this story,
So immensely the blood took to flowing.
And so the time of the warrior did come
With an embroided blade in it's hand
(but a man unyielding with his brothers by his side
As a legend he lives forever).
