Kotipelto

There's no way to stop the ancient ghost that is rising from his grave
Spilling a drop of hatred from his bowl
He senses the fear and misery, searching for fresh blood
Feeling hunger growing in his dark soul
Here he stands ready to sow
Harvest about seeds of his sorrow
As he takes his toll
Far on the horizon
The echoes of years closing in
There's no escape anymore from
The hatred exploding within
We are feeding the beast, he's becoming much more powerful every year
We give him more leash, increasing our fear
Soon will start the feast that ends in our extermination