grain of sand

the roads around here are straight

lead over mountains and mounds

here you will never get lost

for all roads lead to your death

you will turn into

into a grain of sand

you will turn into

into a grain of sand

the sweet substance of your blood

with rushing waters will merge

it will settle on the river's bed

snow upon your grave mound

only tuonela's river

is winding and crooked

when fed to its rapids

you will be ground

your flesh torn from your bones

your bones spat on its banks

you will turn into

into a grain of sand

you will turn into

into a grain of sand

your flesh torn from your bones

your bones spat on its banks

your flesh

your bones

your flesh torn from your bones

your bones spat on its banks