| A day’s light told me of my son’s fate
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| The sun showed the way, grim and severe
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| Pulled under the raging waters, my child
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| Sank in the drowning currents, my son
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| My son
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| My strength is not enough, my powers failed me
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| I need the heavens' help, I ask for thunder’s force
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| I plead for you, oh lightning, forge an iron tool
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| A magic rake for dragging a river for my son
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| God of fire, bring your light
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| Forger of sun, help me now
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| Guardian of the shore will sleep in your warmth
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| Lull the folk of cold water
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| Banish the serpents of the dark
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| To the river let me go and fetch my son away
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| A rake made of iron from the Gods of skies
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| The spirit of bright days sent me the sun
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| Cold troops of Tuoni can not stand in my way
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| Untouched I shall walk by the river of the night
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| God of fire, bring your light
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| Forger of sun, help me now
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| Guardian of the shore will sleep in your warmth
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| Lull the folk of cold water
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| Banish the serpents of the dark
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| To the river let me go and fetch my son away
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| My child
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| My son
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| My child
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| My son
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| My child
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| My son
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| My child
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| My son |