Amorphis - Tuonela

^GmSorrow is my bread And ^Dtears I drink as wine ^EbOblivion my happin^Dess ^D7Ground under teeth of time

^GmFor cold be the stone When ^Dfrost be devoured the land ^CmConsolation is no gift ^D7Of winter's icy hand

^GmUpon a crust of snow I'll ^Clay my broken frame ^FWhat steel and iron won't take I'll ^Dgive in winter's name ^GmNo good a sullen sout no ^Ebuse a simple knave No ^Dgroom for brides of plaited hair This ^D7man old and lame

If ^Gmonly I could breathe To ^Dsee the sun of may ^EbBut still longer are the n^Dights than days As I ^D7wither away

^GmCame the man of crown With ^Dsound of war drums beat ^CmSaid no sword arm's strong enough With^D7out my two good feet

^GmUpon a crust of snow I'll ^Clay my broken frame ^FWhat steel and iron won't take I'll ^Dgive in winter's name ^GmNo good a sullen soul no ^Ebuse a simple knave No ^Dgroom for brides of plaited hair This ^D7man old and lame

^CmNo good a sullen soul no ^Duse a simple knave No ^Cmgroom for brides of plaited hair This ^Dman old and lame

^CmBut not overlooked am I In ^Deyes of the maid I'll wed I'll ^Cmreap the crops of Tuonela My ^Dbride's wealth in ^Gmdeath