Ire

[Music by J. Poikonen, S. Ojanen & V. Viitanen, Lyrics by S. Ojanen]Far, where dawn never endsAway, are echoes the old lady singsCrying that yearsYears I've been trapped in this caveInside, a candle consumed by its flameAnd all of the repenting words asideI desire to hurt youDesert the world you belong toIn the forest where I layMy hungry heartMy mellow mindAll my thoughtsThey're weak in kindThey're dreamsRed is the mountain of miceRotten on the hour of demiseThe pile, it resembles a crownAnd every roaring squelIs shame in disguiseComing clearAnd all that you wished forIs becoming right nowStill it stays, in troubling waysThe ireFar, where dawn never endsAway, the old lady singsFor years I've been trapped in this caveA candle consumed by its flame