Tuonen Orjat [English translation]

So ill from love, it singes

So ill from love

Can not touch your empty gaze

Your cold body

Beckons to surrender to sin

Marking the road from pleasure to death with its fragrance

Slaves of Tuoni enter without casting off their boots

Remorselessly taking away the splintered moments of happiness with them

Now the fragrance inside you drives to bliss

So strong inside you

Fallen before you, it's frightening

Fallen for your flesh

Beckons to surrender to sin

Marking the road from pleasure to death with its fragrance

Slaves of Tuoni enter without casting off their boots

The splintered moments of happiness bring hate along

Slaves of Tuoni enter without casting off their boots

Remorselessly taking away the splintered moments of happiness with them

Slaves of Tuoni enter without casting off their boots

The splintered moments of happiness bring hate along

Slaves of Tuoni enter without casting off their boots

Remorselessly taking away the splintered moments of happiness with them