Harp-Song for Long Winter Evenings

The other night, dear,

As I was dying,

And my blood flowed out onto the rocks.

Flowed down the valley,

And into the river,

May the cruel sea have mercy on me.

It's time to die now,

The moon is rising,

Above the mountains of blood of ice and pain.

I will not leave you,

We'll go together,

And death will never do us part.

But if you leave me,

Then I will find you,

Wherever you may flee.

It may sound harsh, dear,

But then that's love, dear,

And you'll curse the day you were born.