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 it's 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"