Life is mercilessly toilsome. It is a sickening process, comprised of loss, agony and pitifully human miseries. All labour is hollow, as we're only working towards the grave. We're forced to see our co-sufferers perish one by one until, finally, it's our turn to rest.
Birth is Death extending his cold hand to us. Why, then, shouldn't we mourn for every newborn?
lyrics
I walked the fields
of Death himself
Death tilled
I watched and wept
Thus he spake to me:
"Son of man,
lend me thy hand"
"I shall grant thee a patch of my field
and wood
for thy coffin"
"Truly", I thought,
"Death cares for his own"
Since then have I
worked his fields
On harvest each
many has he reaped
Now I'm all alone
My heart's grown cold
O Death,
when can I rest?
Silent as the grave
he remains
I watch him till
and I weep
credits
from Marto,
released January 10, 2020
Music, lyrics and vocals by The Vessel
Vocals recorded by Arto Kujala
Based on the poem "Kuoleman Renkinä" by Eino Leino
Artwork is a detail from "Death's Walk" by Magnus Enckell (1896)
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