From behind the mountain hills of darkest night,

Above end of skies as the wolves dance,

Written stones with colours of blood,

Child of everwinters name

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The forest people him shall love,

Him who see through the dark,

one able too free the souls,

This little one forced to choose

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Silent call of witches drum,

Watching star sky, the wolves dance,

To Otava he held his hand,

Spirit bear, hold him dear

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Moment silent of night,

Free to go he is now,

Up high hills of the stars,

Down to the mother goddess warmth

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A/N: Wynn. I had fun translating this even tought it were even more evil than Kaleva type of poem. Meanings doesn't exactly fit with original but I like it so it doesn't actually matter. It'slonger than most tough.

And now once I remember Otava is finnish word for Ursa major. I know didn't catch it without. And with the dancing wolves 'evil grin' try to figure that out yourself ;D