Laulunsanoja:
Dissolving Of Prodigy The Land Of Bird S Spirit

full of loss To the land, when attired I was, from the land, when I put off clothes. In that land, under stormy heavy clouds wheeled round black birds

cry full of loss To the land, when attired I was, from the land, when I put off clothes. In that land, under stormy heavy clouds wheeled round black birds