| Maiden moon, mystic lamp of the night,
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| Thy silver shine guides my way.
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| The gates to the other side are open wide
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| And my mind drifts so far away.
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| Thou enchant my soul and seduce my flesh
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| Whilst thou whisper thy secrets to me.
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| With the ghosts of fog I dance in thy light
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| Till the dawn lifts the spell of me.
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| Rising sun I welcome thee,
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| Young Balders' smile upon thy face.
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| Thou bring the day, cast the shadow away,
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| Thy holy flames the sky embrace.
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| Thou warm the soil and thou warm my heart
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| And feed me the strength that I need.
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| On solstice night shall we celebrate
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| May the most sacred torch ever be.
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| Honour be to our Mother Earth,
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| The blessing of the gods upon thee.
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| Thou give us life and thou taketh it,
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| For life to go on eternally.
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| Show me the wonders within this world
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| 'cause I shall never fail to see
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| That merriment, grief and life and death
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| Are altogether bound within thee. |