Black River - Amorphis (不定形物)

Still searching for my way

The right way to be

Still pondering

What I've done

I'm still thinking what I've said

Still finding from within

And all that I know

Is still not enough

I'm being held by the one

Shadow tormenting my soul

The curving neck of the swan

The slow turning of a bird's head

So white it's plumes and feathers

It's breast like the moon in water

Silent and tranquil it moves

On the river in the calm

I wander back on familiar roads

I sense the marks I left on the hills

I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds

They make me muse on life

Up the hill and the mountain

I look back I look down

There flows the river of death

And here the wind in my hair