Lores Of The Mist

I wanted to see the moon

Touch the heaven's roof

More to know than I knew

My soul escaped from the Wolf

Máttaráhku kept her own

Mother Earth gave my skies

She brathed out my soul

More I see as one who flies

My kinsman the water

Deepriver my brother

My sister the Moonlight

Mother Mist of the night

Times to come she knows

Lightning stroke her soul

Eyes as blue as the rain

She is the Thunder's maid

As a raven in the skies

I saw the mighty Storm

Saw Seita throw his spears

The Thunder spoke with roar

His arms arose like waves

Into holy Ánar lake

"As I have took ten lives,

One gifted-one I'll make!"

He looked over earthground

He sought a place all day

A water woumb he found

On his sacrificial bay

With a witchcraft she was blessed

On a poor fisherman's boat

With the spirits she was dressed

I was silenced with an oath