The Exile of the Sons of Uisliu Amorphis

[Chorus]
A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment was mournful

[Verse 1]
For him I poured out
Hero of heroes
The deadly drink
That killed him

[Verse 2]
Dear his short
Shining hair
A handsome man
Very beautiful

[Verse 3]
Dear the grey eyes
That women loved
Fierce they were foes
Dear the grey eyes

[Chorus]
A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment was mournful