Amorpis - Norths Son

Go, look at the moon and inspect the sun.
Now they are in the sky.
Right in their old places.

Hail, moon, for gleeming.
Fair one for showing your face.
Dear sun for dawning.
And daylight for comming up

Dear moon, youre out from the rock.
Fair day from the cliff.
Youve risen as a golden cuckoo, as a silver dove.
Up to where you used to live.

Fare well now upon your way, upon your journey.
Sweetly end your curve beautifully.
Come at evening into joy