The Exile of the Sons of Uisliu
Esa Holopainen
[Chorus]
A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment was mournful
[Verse 1]
For him I poured out
Hero of heroes
The deadly drink
That killed him
[Verse 2]
Dear his short
Shining hair
A handsome man
Very beautiful
[Verse 3]
Dear the grey eyes
That women loved
Fierce they were foes
Dear the grey eyes
[Chorus]
A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment was mournful