Song of the Troubled One - Amorphis

What the trust toils at

The partridge asks for

The hapless one takes

The troubled one steals

Puts upon a spade

Sets on a runner

Hides under a door

Shields with a bath-whisk

The farmer hammers

And tempers his spears

Marries off his sons

Hands out his daughters

In boots clogged with clay

In fancy mittensThe sea-swell rumbles

And the wind it blow

And the king hears it

From six directions

From seven backwoods