Daughter of the forest With a pine garland on her head Binded from twigs and thorns Unsightly, yet radiant Beloved of the woods Daughter of the forest
When the winter nights grow longer And the days have no returnings When the long nights shimmer whitely Over the icy wastes and woods When the northern
dawn never brings solace I throw another log into the fire But can't seem to keep the cold outside Where ever my path may lead My ghosts will always
Things are different at night They are waiting just out of sight Faces in the window of an empty house Whispers echoing through silent halls Alone Never
Fall upon the dark waters Floating down the coal-black currents Through cataracts and rapids To the tombs of Tuonela How to bear the stings of serpents
