Canto I-Modéré

"KALEV and Linda lived very happily together, and were blessed with a numerous offspring; but the Country was small, and as soon as the children were grown up they wandered forth into the world to seek their fortunes, more especially as Kalev had determined that one son only should be the heir to his possessions
At length Kalev began to grow old, and felt that his end was approaching
Two of his younger sons, who were still little boys, remained at home; but the youngest of all, the famous Sohni, more often known by his patronymic, the Son of Kalev, was still unborn
Kalev foretold the glory and greatness of this last son to Linda, indicating him as his heir, and shortly afterwards fell dangerously sick

Then Linda took her brooch, and spun it round on a thread, while she sent forth the Alder-Beetle to bid the Wind-Magician and Soothsayer hasten to the bedside of her husband
Seven days the brooch spun round, and seven days the beetle flew to the north, across three kingdoms and more, till he encountered the Moon, and besought his aid
But the Moon only gazed on him sorrowfully without speaking, and went on his way
Again Linda spun the brooch for seven days, and sent forth the beetle, who flew farther this time, through many thick forests, and as far as the Gold Mountain, till he encountered the Evening Star; but he also refused him an answer

Next time the beetle took a different route, over wide heaths and thick fir-woods, till he reached the Gold Mountain, and met the rising Sun
He also returned no answer; but on a fourth journey the beetle encountered the Wind-Magician, the old Soothsayer from Finland, and the great Necromancer himself
He besought their aid, but they replied with one voice that what the drought had parched up, the moonlight blanched, and the stars withered, could never bloom again
And before the beetle returned from his fruitless journey the mighty Kalev had expired
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Walking through the moors
Covering the graves of legends
The tombs of their tales
Heroes of the past now shadows forgotten

In the dreary rain
I can feel their pain
What fate for the slain
Empathize their disdain

Darkness creeps along the horizon like a tide of the ocean blue
The wave is famished and hungers for all whom shall be consumed
Like the lycanthrope its power is unleashed by the moon
Swallowing the song of the loons

The moonlight shines like a silvery sword’s blade
It pierces my eyes with its gaze
The thanatopolis grows vivacious in its necromantic hand
Far and wide the way becomes to find another land
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