Where has the sun gone from us

Where is the moon lost to us

The moon will not gleam at all

Nor will the sun shine at all



Death opens its mouth

The son of the northlander

Camo to look, to listen



"there beyond the river is hero walking"



He took one step and took another

To the north's shore he hurried

He drew his sword, wrenched the iron

Snatched from the sheath the harsh one

Upon whose point the moon shone

Upon whose hilt the sun flashed

Upon whose back a horse stands

He uttered a word, spoke thus,

"there the sun has gone from you

The sun gone and the moon lost"