Turisas

So there it was, the thing we dread the most. Time had caught up with us. The thread ended.
I felt betrayed and disappointed. Was that really it?
And looking down at myself lying on the ground of Piraeus harbor,
Snowflakes falling down on me,
That night the Bosphorus froze.
Viimeist? virtt??n kirjoittaa
Harva meist? saa
Muistoihin j??
Laulumme t??
P??ttyy ik?v??n
Kaiussa vuosisatojen
Haaveissa kuolleiden
Kohtaavat p??t
T?hdiss? n??t nyt sen
Ikuisuuden
We watch the sand trickle, anxious about its steady flow.