Under a darkened sun they are born When the moon is losing its shape I'm here again to see The nightly dance of the flames Once my father bore his sword To defend the clan till the end Now he braves the battles Between the red northern flames In the silence of the night I stare at those ancient lights Which enlighten the way from the cradle And lead warriors into the grave They have always been And they will never change They light the fire of a soul And keep it burning bright And behind the scattered clouds The star field of the sky Brings back the dreams I already lost Shall I ever be like him The brave warrior of the night, Whose name will be written In the northern lights