(Holopainen)
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 his earth
Not been suckled for the world
If I'd died a three-night-old
Been lost in my swadding band
I'd have needed by a span of cloth
A span more of wood,
But a cubit of good earth
Two words from the priest