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Under the Moon, high in the Northern sky

The Rowan stands with talons reaching high

Under the Moon, high in the Northern sky

Swing the men of humankind, the place they come to die

Dance daughters, make the ring

Dance daughters, laugh and sing

Dance for all the corpses' souls

Dance for flesh that feed the crows

Suicide they did not deem

Yet compelled to come, despite

Unwilling victims, they help themselves

Dying by their own hand tonight

Under the moon, high in the Northern sky

The rowan stands with talons reaching high

Under the moon, high in the Northern sky

Swing they in the place they come to die

To die....

Split by lightning, broken, torn

Stands the rowan in mourn'

Weeping softly tears of blood

Playing host to souls forlorn

Under the moon, high in the Northern sky

Where the broken tree weeps

Under the moon, high in the Northern sky

Where the dead men come to sleep

Under the moon, high in the Northern sky

The rowan stands with talons reaching high

Under the moon, high in the Northern sky

Swing they in the place they come to die

To die....

Dance daughters, make the ring

Dance daughters, laugh and sing

Dance for all the corpses' souls

Dance for flesh that feed the crows