Amorphis - 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 dust on the road) Into a grain of sand (On a bank of a river) You will turn into (Into a speck on a forest path) 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 dust on the road) Into a grain of sand (On a bank of a river) You will turn into (Into a speck on a forest path) Into a grain of sand Your flesh torn from your bones Your bones spat on its banks Your flesh (Only Tuonela's river) Your bones Your flesh torn from your bones Your bones spat on its banks