She robbed the moon from the sky
 Derailed the sun off its course
 Inside her mountain enchained the light
 She took the wisdom for her own

 The sun no longer shines on us
 No silver moon reflects
 The stars no longer give their light
 To help us find our path

 I’m thrown on barren wastelands
 In feverish swamps I’m lost
 I stagger through white-rimed lands
 I drown in diseased black mire

 I fight the forces, forces of dark and cold
 Upon the witches I cast my spells
 I strike with a sword, touch with a feather
 And sing my song into the night

 Beyond the heaven, the highest one
 The god supreme smites with his sword
 Into the sea falls fiery star
 pike of deep swallows the spark

 [bad word] to my aid
 The Magicsmith, by my side
 Daughter of creation
 The tiny man from the sea

 Ilmatar the ancient
 Mighty ocean-dwarf
 Skyforger by my side
 Thunder and lightning

 We find the hidden moon
 Release the mountain-bound
 We light the wisdom of the heart
 The sun dawns anew