I see in the northern sky
Again the magic of the winter night
Like colourful dancing curtains
I will never forget this moment
According to the legend
When foxes made fire
Sparks they whisked
Up into the sky
Chorus
I'm the child so favoured
Under bright mystic glow
Now she is whispering for me
The goddess of dawn
Aurora is calling me
My name is written into the solar winds
like flames in the sky burning bright
I'm the child, conceived under the northern lights
According to the legend
When foxes made fire
Sparks they whisked
Up into the sky
I'm the child so favoured
Under bright mystic glow
Now she is whispering for me
The goddess of dawn
stoptime
the Sky is turning red like bloodshed
On the battlefield of many thousands dead
Listen to the mystic sounds when spirits are whispering
And singing for the god of north wind
According to the legend
When foxes made fire
Sparks they whisked
Up into the sky
I'm the child so favoured
Under bright mystic glow
Now she is whispering for me
The goddess of dawn
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