In the black death-river
In the sacred stream and whirlpool
In Tuoni's coal-black river
In Manala's lower regions
You can only try one cross-bow
One arrow from thy quiver
To hunt the wild-swan
The long-necked, graceful swimmer
Surrounded by large river of black waters, rapid current
The swan of Tuonela, glides majestically singing
A bow upon his shoulder
With a quiver and one arrow
Surrounded by large river of black waters, rapid current
The swan of Tuonela, glides majestically singing