Amorphis - My Cantele
Truly They Lie, They Talk Utter Noncense
Was Fashioned By A God
Who Say That Music Reckon That One Kantele
>from A Water-dogs's Hooked Bones:
Moulded From Sorrow
Out Of A Great Pike's Shoulders
Its Belly Out Of Hard Days
Its Strings Gathered From Torments
It Was Made From The Grief
Its Soundboard From Endless Woes
So It Will Not Play, Will Not Rejoice At All
Give Off The Right Sort Of Joy
And Its Pegs From Other Ills
For It Was Fashioned From Cares
Music Will Not Play To Please
Moulded From Sorrow
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