Rusty Moon - Amorphis

Bathed in the rust of moon

Is the death bed’s lullaby

Sung so softly with the stars

Reflected in her eyes

It’s the blaze that beckons men

Into the woods, of beaten path

Is the sight of the fire that

No maiden’s eyes should have

Iron does as iron’s told

And drinks of life’s red gold

But shame won’t leave with dying breath

The life that wants its own death

And the forest hums its silent hymn

Heard by those of solitude

As mist it wells

Up the brook’s dark banks

Bewitched by there fir woods

It’s the blaze that beckons men

Into the woods, of beaten path

Is the sight of the fire that

No maiden’s eyes should have

Iron does as iron’s told

And drinks of life’s red gold

But shame won’t leave with dying breath

The life that wants its own death

Bathed in the rust of moon

Is the death bed’s lullaby

Sung so softly with the stars

Reflected in her eyes

It’s the blaze that beckons men

Into the woods, of beaten path

Is the sight of the fire that

No maiden’s eyes should have

Iron does as iron’s told

And drinks of life’s red gold

But shame won’t leave with dying breath

The life that wants its own death

Iron does as iron’s told

And drinks of life’s red gold

But shame won’t leave with dying breath

Iron does as iron’s told

And drinks of life’s red gold

The life that wants its own death