[Amorphis cover]nnThe islander slips into hidingnAnd takes to his heelsnOut of dark NorthlandnThe murky house of SaranHe whirled out of doors as snownArrives as smoke in the yardnTo flee from bad deedsnnThere he had to become someone elsenHe must change his shapenAs an eagle he swept upnWanted to soar heavenwardnThe sun burnt his cheeksnThe moon lit his brows