From the sunless land of the wretched,
Under the Northern vault of the sky,
Echoes the tune of yearning,
For the times of sun and light.
It's the dance of the midnight moment,
With the black swan of the brightest nights,
And the song about her leaving,
While the snow covers the ground.
The brightest star in darkness,
Lighting up the stage of the night,
On the soil so deeply frozen,
Lying the bird with wings so white.
Eyes full of the deepest sadness,
Leaving now the final glance,
On the landscape of her kingdom,
On the stage of the final dance.
This is the dance of the crying sadness,
The dance of the dying flames,
The wistful song of the midnight dance,
May her wings carry away.
To the place so far beyond,
To the land of the whitest nights,
It's time, on her wings I will ride eternal.
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