Amorphis

Where have you been, where have you been
my son, my merry son?
On the seashore, on the seashore
mother, my darling one.
And what have you been doing there
my son, my merry son?
I have been watering my horse
mother, my darling one.
Why is there blood upon your feet
my son, my merry son?
My horse stamped with its iron shoe
mother, my darling one.