Amorphis - Norths Son
Go, look at the moon and in spect the sun.
Now they are in the sky.
Right in their old places.
Hail, moon, for gleemin g.
Fair one for showin g your face.
Dear sun for dawnin g.
And daylight for commin g up
Dear moon, youre out from the rock.
Fair day from the cliff.
Youve risen as a golden cuckoo, as a silver dove.
Up to where you used to live.
Fare well now upon your way, upon your journey.
Sweetly end your curve beautifully.
Come at evenin g in to joy
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