Lirieke: Korpiklaani. Veriset Äpärät.
Tahtomattamme synnyimmy,
synnyimme turvat urmeess' vuotaen,
vuotaen syksyisna sateena,
sateena, verestani mustan.
Punasilmamme hohkavat,
hohkavat korvain lapi aanet,
aa, huudot ja kirkukna,
kirkuna ilikian naurun.
Me veriset aparaiset,
ihtiriekit ikevaiset,
korven karkien katkoissa
matkammiesta metsastamme.
Oli isallamme tuuria,
tuuria vahingoksi aidin,
aidon kantavaksi saatetun,
saatetun, hapiaksi kaikkien.
Pimeydessa me karsimme,
karsimme aina jos on tarvis,
tarvis kallotuopist' juopa,
juopa matkalaisten kiusaksi.
Me veriset aparaiset,
ihtiriekit ikevaiset,
korven karkien katkoissa
matkammiesta metsastamme.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
Bloody Bastard Children.
We were born against our will.
We were born with bloddy faces.
Bleeding like an autumn rain.
A rain, black from blood.
Our eyes flaming red.
Echoes through our ears.
Voices, cries and screams.
Screams of evil laughter.
We are the bloody bastard chldren.
We are crying ihitiriekkos.
Hiding in the rough forest.
Hunting the travelers.
Our father got lucky.
His luck was misfortune for our mother.
Our mother impregnated..
Disgrace for everyone.
In the darkness we suffer.
Suffer if we have to.
Have to get drunk from the skull.
To get drunk to tease the travelers.
We are the bloody bastard chldren.
We are crying ihitiriekkos.
Hiding in the rough forest.
Hunting the travelers
synnyimme turvat urmeess' vuotaen,
vuotaen syksyisna sateena,
sateena, verestani mustan.
Punasilmamme hohkavat,
hohkavat korvain lapi aanet,
aa, huudot ja kirkukna,
kirkuna ilikian naurun.
Me veriset aparaiset,
ihtiriekit ikevaiset,
korven karkien katkoissa
matkammiesta metsastamme.
Oli isallamme tuuria,
tuuria vahingoksi aidin,
aidon kantavaksi saatetun,
saatetun, hapiaksi kaikkien.
Pimeydessa me karsimme,
karsimme aina jos on tarvis,
tarvis kallotuopist' juopa,
juopa matkalaisten kiusaksi.
Me veriset aparaiset,
ihtiriekit ikevaiset,
korven karkien katkoissa
matkammiesta metsastamme.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
Bloody Bastard Children.
We were born against our will.
We were born with bloddy faces.
Bleeding like an autumn rain.
A rain, black from blood.
Our eyes flaming red.
Echoes through our ears.
Voices, cries and screams.
Screams of evil laughter.
We are the bloody bastard chldren.
We are crying ihitiriekkos.
Hiding in the rough forest.
Hunting the travelers.
Our father got lucky.
His luck was misfortune for our mother.
Our mother impregnated..
Disgrace for everyone.
In the darkness we suffer.
Suffer if we have to.
Have to get drunk from the skull.
To get drunk to tease the travelers.
We are the bloody bastard chldren.
We are crying ihitiriekkos.
Hiding in the rough forest.
Hunting the travelers
Korpiklaani
Korpiklaani
Gewilde versoeke