The river brings butterfly wings

Carries shining feathers of birds

And flowers and branches of trees

And broken bodies maimed

In black waters, they all sank

Devoured by the depths

The bodies in tuonela's stream

Tuonela's stream

The kings of renown

The mightiest of men

Jumbled together with lowly slaves

All smeared into pulp

The flesh of the families

The bones of the tribes

Deprived of their trophies

Dismembered and crushed

In a pool beneath the stream

The waters ceased to boil

Then dulled the roar and foaming froth

Tuonela's river had calmed

By the side of the waters black

In the never-ending night

Flickered a small lantern

A fire danced on the shore

The kings of renown

The mightiest of men

Jumbled together with lowly slaves

All smeared into pulp

The flesh of the families

The bones of the tribes

Deprived of their trophies

Dismembered and crushed

Who was he who walked the night

And stirred on the stony shore?

Moved along those murky banks

Roamed the riverside

Who walked the night?