Night arrives again to the northern woods
Cloaking all light under its hood
All is silent except for the winds mellow croon
And when the shade of the swan reflects from ice
You will know that someone died
And when the wind blows from the North
You can hear the souls cry
And in the moon's pale light
Death took the form open swan
Up from the depths of Tuonela
It rose [Incomprehensible]
And when shade of the swan reflects from ice
You will know that someone died
And when the wind blows from the North
She silently flies through night-skies
And when shade of the swan reflects from ice
You will know that someone died
And when the wind blows from the North
You still can hear the souls cry
And when shade of the swan reflects from ice
You will know that someone died
And when the wind blows from the North
You can hear the souls cry

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