Текст песни The Exile of the Sons of Uisliu - Amorphis
A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet...
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment was mournful
For him I poured out - hero of heroes,
The deadly drink that killed him
Dear his short shining hair
A handsome man, even very beautiful
Dear the grey eyes that women loved
Fierce they were foes
A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet...
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment was mournful
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