Exile Of The Sons Of Uisliu (The Karelian Isthmus - 1992)

wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
his singing was ever sweet...
Noisiu's grave has now been made
and the [bad word] was mournful

For him I poured out – hero of heroes,
the deadly drink that killed him

Dear his short shining hair
a handsome man, even very beautiful

Dear the grey eyes that women loved
fierce they were foes, dear the grey eyes

wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
his singing was ever sweet...
Noisiu's grave has now been made
and the [bad word] was mournful