Crowned in Crimson

The moon used to rock my cradle at night Twinkled the bells of the stars Quivered the golden strands of my dreams Whispered the Norns of my fate But I was born under a bad sign At a bad time to a place even worse In the blood of my father I was baptised, bound to my sister By crapes They took away my bright-eyed son Robbed me of my fledgling young one Put him in chains and dragged him away Took him to toil as a slave through his days With two faces grinned the moon The sun was casting strange shadows Many lives I fostered in me Many roads all leading to death I was cursed to drown under Under waves Condemned to burn in the flames Hanged to a branch of an old oak Shackled in fetters of iron forged I'll raise the sword of my vengeance And cry in the name of my father To quicken my blood And destroy all those who stand in my way Your quest for revenge Will be your undoing Drowned in the blood of your kin The avenging sword will break in two Lulled by the dreams of Tuonela The river is dark as it's rocking my boat Twinkle the silver bells of the stars Quiver the golden strands of (my) life Whisper the Norns of my fate Mustalla virralla veneeni keinuu helisevät tähtien hopeiset kellot värisevät elämän kultaiset langat kuiskivat kohtalon haltijat