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Feeling the sweetest spell of Dark

Drowning in its primeval sands

Tasting the freezing touch of the Moon

Observing the night’s countless everlasting stars

Crossing the road to Nordland's plains

The ancient wolf swallows the mighty glare of night

Leaving us embraced by blackness and cold

A crown of the Moon gleaming in the endless sky

As I approach the throne of bliss and glory

The ring up high shall guide me forth

But the night is mortal, coming to and end

A blaze emerges from afar

The Sun rises and devours the Dark

From the horizont painting the skies

As I regain my throne with wrath and honor

The gleaming disc illumes my grand domains

Bathing all in light, resurrecting from the dead

Leaving the Moon's palace ruined and gone

The Sun rises and devours the Dark

From the horizont painting the skies