In the mist of a dark morning

When a day so dark is dawning
It lays a veil over the field
A frail mist avobe the hazy field
Shows those from the land of the dead

Those spirits that are out of place
There those glowing ones meander
They are above the hazy field
In the mist of a dark morning

Do not get lost under the mist
The ways of death are not so light
You hazy girl, terhenneiti
Do not conceal a little child

A cold dawn of a hazy life
Is in the lap of the field
There are not any birds awake
Päivätär does not show the day

Although the day is now at hand
It's dead silent as if at night
Do you hear the song of the crane?
That's the song of terhenneiti

The hazy veil is fragile
And the sound of mist is gentle
Ututyttö, the death's bringer
This hazy girl's the frailest one