Amorphis - Nightfall Lyrics

As a rot to rape the spring sown seed
A plague sprang forth of his tracks
Churns ran red when cows milked blood
And famine cracked poor backs

Who would hear a lament sad
Under the bright blue sky
That's sung in hovels dark and low
With eyes too weak to cry

Chorus:
But horror be the nightfall's gloom
For the man upon the road
When moon doth laugh at worthless lives
Twice hard for all promise showed