Amorphis - Black River текст песни

Still searching for my way, the right way to be

still pondering what I've done

I'm still thinking what I've said, still finding from within

and all that I know is still not enough



I'm being held by the one

shadow tormenting my soul

the curving neck of a swan

the slow turning of a birds head



So white its plumes and feathers

itse breast like the moon in water

silent and tranquil it moves

on the river in the calm



I wander back on familiar roads

I sense the marks I left on the hills

I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds

they make me muse on life



Up the hill and the mountain

I look back, I look down

there flows the River of Death

and here the wind in my hair