Lyrics The Swan - Ofdrykkja

The Swan

Forlorn
Dancing alone on a desolate shore
Forsaken, like so many times before
Radient
Like a shimmering light
Spreads her snow-white wings so bright
Shining
Her feathers made of purest silk
Shrouded in mist, like a blanket of milk
Tired
Opened her beak to sing her throat sore
And sang like she had never sung before
Silence
A song of great knowedge and lore
She sang, and then she sang no more