On A Stranded Shore — Amorphis

Silk of blue woven by the moon Red spun by the sun Of the sun's gold

Silver in wrists and in her rings Hair braided in red Her shoes featherlight

As reeds and straws on the shore As bark and foliage As clamshells and sand

My maiden's flesh Now fish in the lake deeps Her blood now waters blue

Oh god of sleep Tell in my dream Where has my maiden gone Where lies my mermaid now

Rise above the waves From the waters' grave From the side of spottled stones Become alive again

These shores are for memory These waters not for baiting No shallows for the thirsty

No sun beheld above these shores No reflection of the moon on these waters here

My maiden's hair Grass on the waters' edge Now willows on a shore