A Funeral Procession On The Milky Way - Põhjast

Death sailed these waters black

Ahead the sombre troops of creeping doom

With plagues poised to attack

And trailing fetid, morbid stench of tombs

Dark omens in the fog

— a cuckoo’s voice cut violently short…

The scythe of vengeance struck;

Deep sleep engulfed the land forevermore

A lonesome bird remained

Its wings all worn and cruelly broken bones

Afloat, with silenced heart

And songs unsung — eternally unknown

Tomorrow’s snow will hide

And endless night embed your brief remains

One day new light may well

Ignite the night with mysteries arcane