Here are the lyrics which can be found on Demo I.
Notice, this is word-to-word translation, again.
I am not a professional translator, so do not mind if there aren't poem metres nor rhymes.
Raate - Rauniotorni ("Ruins of the tower", "Ruined tower" )
Album: Demo IThousands of steps
travellers lashed/beaten by (stormy) weather
Sellers, vagabonds
hungry beggars
Hunting groups
glorious catches/spoils
beasts of the forest
bonfires of the great camps
Soft winters
and lethal summers
Flooding rivers
and dry runaways
And...
Crushed men
Scorched corpses
Bloody blades, wounded faces
Heavy strokes of the surrounders
The tower has seen all of them.
The tower has stood all of them.
Raate - Halki kuolleen maan ("Through dead land")
Album: Demo IThe land is languishing
in the teeth/throes of aridity
It asked/requested water from the heaven.
Wind is screaming/yelling
and dust river flows
Dusty storm (travels)
towards dead forest.
Wooden graveyard
full of silence
and dry dead trees
yellow leaves.
Stone is frying under the sun
and shrivelled mosses
are covering its (stone's) surface.
Dead friends.
Raate - Aamu koittaa (" The morning arrives/dawns ")
Album: Demo IPlants of the meadow are drunk/temulent
for morning dew.
Their leaves are heavy
(because of) weight of water.
Then comes
destroying hoofs.
And traipse
everything (below)
Raging steps
tear plants down.
Desecrate the meadow,
slash it.
Someone rises the sword from sheath
screams resound
sounds reply.
Beasts of the morning arrive.
Their mouths foam
saliva or blood.
Hear how they thirst
to cut throats
(Can you hear?)
The sword and anvil.
Song of the "vein man"
( Translator's notice: I cannot translate word '
suolestaja', but it means a job where should work with veins or something like that...
)
Mad executioner
and raging horror.
A group arrives to hillside.
Silence and then
Butcher's voice:
... "Burn!" ...
Raate - Hävitys ( "Devastation" )
Album: Demo ISurround the children.
Men. Women.
Chase them to the field.
Scythe grain.
Scythe heads.
Bloody grain,
let it burn.
Burn the old.
Throw babes
to dogs to be lacerated.
Iron storm
disappears into wind.
Heavy horses,
Rumble of hoofs
then silence.
Dust intertwines
to bloody fingers
Clay covers
burned faces.
The winner isn't seen / No one can see the winner