| Where has the sun gone from us | |
| Where is the moon lost to us | |
| The moon will not gleam at all | |
| Nor will the sun shine at all | |
| Death opens its mouth | |
| The son of the | |
| Northlander | |
| Camo to look, to listen "There beyond the river is hero walking" | |
| He took one step and took another | |
| To the north's shore he hurried | |
| He drew his sword, wrenched the iron | |
| Snatched from the sheath the harsh one | |
| Upon whose point the moon shone | |
| Upon whose hilt the sun flashed | |
| Upon whose back a horse stands | |
| He uttered a word, spoke thus, "There the sun has gone from you The sun gone and the moon lost" |