Parting

This night could not be wished to be the last The crooked and the wretched march In a lingering crimson mist Twisted creatures of mistrust The grip of sanity weakens The songs have been sung The beauty of motherhood vanishes The vessels of avarice return When the inner eye closes Fertility and harvest wither When the fire-beast swallows We learn to lovе the dying day The mother rеturns The sun is healing The wisdom unites The horns are resounding Sal sér hon standa Sólu fęgra Golli takdan Á GimléI Tar munu dyggvar Dróttir byggva Ok of aldrdaga Yndis njóta Sal sér hon standa Sólu fęgra Golli takdan Á GimléI Tar munu dyggvar Dróttir byggva Ok of aldrdaga Yndis njóta