He wanted to prove what fathers had foreseen
What had been from the ancient writings
Interpret was more than a myth
More than a myth [x3]
Recklessly, filled with enthusiasm
He wandered ahead with stories and sages
From childhood echoing on his mind
Unconciosly guiding him
Stories guiding him [x3]
Eagerly he pursued ahead to make his seek complete
To get himself the mightiest weapon of all
In the denser firwood
Darkness blurring his sight
The bolts of Ukko storming up high
Horns of Tapio confusing his mind
Through sinister landscapes of Pohjola to find
A river Tuonela on whose black flood glides a swan
A sole swan
A sole swan
A Soulswan
Leading to the dale of the dead