Luontoni [English translation]

The gates of the north are showing

The evil wickets shining

The decks glimmering in many colours

In my night, the light [comes] from fire

From fire [comes] the night above my head

From the head [comes] my family to an island

From under the family to under a pike

There are three birch trees in there

Four white dead pine trees

From under one I conjure a deck

From under two the song of the morning

There are three birch trees in there

Four white dead pine trees

The third owns my whole family

The golden mind, my little feather

And the wolf doesn't run for worry

The pale gray from the back of the lands

It looks with stagnant eyes

With the sight of a blue sky

The lands of the brass bird of the lands

The roads of my golden cuckoo

The trees are passing over my head already

Making an arch on my deer tail

A white muzzle being my protection

A jackfish being my eye

Being the home of my hard life

The birth of my doom soul

The birth of my doom soul

There are three birch trees in there

Four white dead pine trees

From under one, I conjure a deck

From under two, the song of the morning

There are three birch trees in there

Four white dead pine trees

The third owns my whole family

The golden mind, my little feather

There are three birch trees in there

Four white dead pine trees

From under one I conjure a deck

From under two the song of the morning

There, a song from under the wind

The cold wind from a surge of my blood

Above the quiet waters

Only a dark song of wind is playing

There are three birch trees in there

Four white dead pine trees

From under one, I conjure a deck

From under two, the song of the morning

There are three birch trees in there

Four white dead pine trees

The third owns my whole family

The golden mind, my little feather

My lands are falling behind me

My trees being trees of netherworld

Leaves of the crop are becoming yellow

The cottages are staying dark

• Artist:Korpiklaani
• Album:Noita (2015)