Moon And Sun

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"