I travel through this desolation.
The field of battle left behind
repeating its subdued curses.

My brothers together with my foes;
none of them speaks a word.
The edge of a sword I felt in my chest,
now I can hear the call of Tuonela.

Wash now rain [bad word] of the battle,
carry my blood along the streams.

Under the stars of the northern sky
but no more on the earth...
Needlessly would I fear my arrival
to [bad word] of the immortal.

Hand in hand with infinity
I draw away from emptiness.