Iku-Turso

Humans, humans, what do you know of me?

Of the Titan's pain, of the eternal thirst of the giant

of the smart of the waves, of the panting of sea's billowing hero?

I disturb the waters, I paddle the ocean

thirst eternal burns in my breast

I drink forever, forever for my thirst

never ceases my heart's fire

I open my jaws, I swallow waves

they dry as they enter my throat

I pursue maidens, flowers of the waves

they die entering my breast

I rouse up a storm, I drink land and sea

and the planks of a wrecked ship

golds, pearls, also human blood

and the bosoms of young maidens

the eternal suction of my soul never stops

never wets my crimson tongue.

On strange moonlit August nights

I rise my weary head

I fix my glowing green eyes

onto a glimmering star

Spies the star

I, giant, stare

soon I will overcome that one on high

Falls the golden sphere of the welkin

then I drink it like I would a swan

The fire of my dark heart will not die

the furnace in my head will not cool.

There's a void above

and a void below

and infinity even within.

I beseech for freedom, I yearn for the light

and I burn for the beauty of the welkin

but I cannot be freed of dire distress

I can rise my head, yet the rest remains entombed in dirt.

If you feel the pain, god-cursed someone

join me in cursing the gods!