Sorrow is my bread
And tears I drink as wine
Oblivion my happiness
Ground under teeth of time

For cold be the stone
When frost ve devoured the land
Consolation is no gift
Of winter´s icy hand

Upon a crust of snow
I´ll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won´t take
I´ll give in winter´s name
No good a sullen soul, no use for simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This man old and lame

If only I could breathe
To see the sun of may
but still longer are the nigths than days
As I wither away

Came the man of crown
With sound of war drums beat
Said no sword arm´s strong enough
Without my two good feet

Upon a crust of snow
I´ll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won´t take
I´ll give in winter´s name
No good a sullen soul, no use for simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This man old and lame

But not overlooked am I
In eyes of the maid I´ll wed
I´ll reap the crops of Tuonela
My bride´s wealth in death