The northern lights colour the sky
Reflect on the ice
They say time heals all wounds
They say time heals all wounds

Seduced by the power of the sight
The powerful union of sun and moon
Will I be bestowed with the truth?
Will I be bestowed with the truth?

My mind is an ocean
A grave of all thoughts
I wanted to give it to you
I wanted to give it to you

Can you see the play of colours
Belonging to the Night of the North
Will you share what I see?
Do you dare share what I see?