1. Better unborn 5:52
2. Against widows 4:06
3. The orphan 5:18
4. On rich and poor 5:19
5. My kantele 5:02
6. Cares 4:30
7. Song of the troubled one 4:08
8. Weeper on the shore 4:52
9. Elegy 7:22
10. Relief 4:09
11. My kantele (acoustic reprise) 5:55
total time 57 min

Better Unborn

Better it would be for me
And better it would have been
Had I not been born, not grown
Not been brought into the world
Not had to come to this earth
Not been suckled for the world

If I'd died a three-night-old
Been lost in my swaddling hand
I'd have needed but a span of doth
A span more of wood,
But a cubit of goof earth
Two words from the priest
Three verses from the cantor
One clang from the bell

Against Widows

The Devils weds a widow
Death another's leftovers
Better to lie on a willows
Rest on alder boughs
Then upon a widow's bed
On a used woman's pillow
Sweeter the side of a fence
Then a widow's flank

Softer the side of a grove
Than a widow's beside is

The Devil weds a widow
The grave one twice wed
A widow's hand is rougher
Than a dry spruce bough
With which she strikes the playful
Grabs the one who laughs
A widow has had her games
And spent a merry evening

The Orphan

The calloo's spirits are low
Swimming on the chill water
But the orphan's are lower
Walking down the village street.

The sparrow's belly is chill
Sitting on the icy bough
But my belly is more chill
As I step from glade to glade.

The dove's heart is cold
As it pecks the village rick
But I'm colder still
As I drink the icy water.

On Rich and Poor

Old folk remember
And those today learn
How before their time
Life was different here:

Without the sun people lived
Groped about without the moon
With candles sowing was done
Planting performed with torched.

At the time we lived
Without the sunshine
Who had covered up our sun
And who had hidden our moon?

Without the moonlight stumbled
With our fists fumbled the land
With our hands we sought out roads
With hands roads, with fingers swamps
We could seek out the sun
Who spy out the moon?
Who else if not God
The one son of God?

My Kantele

Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog'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 its 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.


Many rocks the rapid has
A lot of billows the sea
More plentiful are my cares
Then cones on a spruce
Beard moss on a juniper
Gnarls upon a pine bark
Knobs upon a fir
Husks on a grass-top
Boughs on a bad tree.

Drag my cares away
Carry off my griefs
For no horse can draw
No iron-shod jerk
Without the shaft-bow shaking off
The cares of this skinny one
The sorrows of this black bird

Song of the Troubled One

What the thrush toils at
The partridge asks for
The hapless one takes
The troubled one steals
Puts upon a spade
Sets on a runner
Hides under a door
Shields with a bath-whisk

The farmer hammers
And tempers his spears
Marries off his sons
Hands out his daughters
In boots clogged with ckay
In fancy mittens

The sea-swell rumbles
And the winds it blows
And the king hears it
From five miles away
From six directions
From seven back woods
From eight heaths away.

Weeper on the Shore

In the vale where I once listened out for the light
Where the little birds warble
The ptarmigans babble
And my heart looked for some rest from its trouble

I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside
And a fair young girl on the shore I espied
Who was sitting and weeping
To see the waves leaping
And over the skyline sad vigil was keeping.

O why are you weeping alone on the shore?
Now still from your eyes I can see the tears pour.
What sorrow and smart
So pierces your heart
That even at midnight it will not depart?


Long evenings full on longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing too my nights
And all times the bitterest.
'Tis my lovely I long for
It is my darling I miss
My black-browed one I grieve for.

There's no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breat
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house:

In the eart my berry lies
In the soil she's mouldering
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my treasure
The one I grieve for.

Lyrics in plain text format

Line up

Tomi Koivusaari - Vocals, Rhythm & Acoustic Guitars, Tambourine
Esa Holopainen - Lead and Acoustic Guitars, Electric Sitar
Olli-Pekka Laine - Bass
Kim Rantala - Keyboards & Chordian
Pekka Kasari - Drums
Pasi Koskinen - Lead Vocals



Recorded at Sunlight Studio, Stockholm, Sweden (Engineer: Tomas Skogsberg)
MDStudio, Helsinki, Finland (Engineer: Kaj Hiilesmaa)
Finnvox Studios, Helsinki, Finland (Engineer: Mikko Karmila)

Mixed at Parr Street Studios, Liverpool, England
Engineer: Pete "Pee Wee" Coleman, Assistant Engineer: Dave Buchanan

Mastered By Dave Shirk at SAE Mastering

Produced by Amorphis
Executive Producers: William J. Yurkiewicz Jr. & Matthew F. Jacobson
Published by Release Relapse Music (BMI)
Cover Art: Kristian Wahlin
Photography: Juollo Lehtola
Art Direction: Eric Horst

Management: Frank Pagen for Scoop Music Entertainment. Phone +49.40.3096.340 Fax: +49.40.3096.3434
Booking agency: Paul Taylor for Asgard, London, UK. Phone +44.171.387.5090 Fax +49.171.387.8740
Finnish agent: Mr. Pekka Rahkonen. Phone/Fax: +358.0.667.456

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The Legend of the Kanteletar

Comprised of nearly 700 poems and ballads on ancient finnish traditions, the kanteletar serves as written documentation of these tales, originally passed by word of mouth from generation to generation.
First compiled in 1840 by Elias Lonnrot, the kanteletar was created as a companion work to the kalevala, on which Amorphis based their previous album, Tales From the Thousand Lakes.
The kanteletar reflects the everyday joys and sorrows of the finnish people, including their philosophical and religious beliefs, and paints a comprehensive picture of the society that inspired it.
Although it's impossible to determine the age of some poems, many are literally thousands of years old.
Inspired by the intensity of the poems and their ability to communicate everyday simplicity with such vigor, Amorphis have crafted the music of Elegy to reflect the honesty and majesty found within the kanteletar's legendary verses...


After the first cds, it was a bit to be expected that the influence of the folk music would be bigger. But I didn't expect it to be this much. The guitars aren't very distorted anymore, the vocals hardly have any grunts, and the folk sometimes makes the music so happy that it makes my toes curl with irritation. For people who don't like the depressive doom that much, this is an excellent album I guess. And it is good, just a bit too damn happy.

Rating: 7 out of 10

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