Songwriters: Holopainen, Esa; Kasari, Pekka; Koivusaari, Tomi; Koskinen, Pasi; Laine, Olli Pekka; Rantala, Kim Tapani
Truly they lie, they talk utter noncense
Who say that music reckon that one kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of a great pike's shoulders
>From a water-dogs's hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow
Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And it's pegs from other ills
So it will not play, will not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Moulded from sorrow
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