Queen of Light took her bow...
And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone.
Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back, bring it back.
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it, bring it,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back, bring it back.
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it, bring it,
Bring, Bring,
[Brain, Brain,
Praying, praying,
Pray, pray,
Play, play … the blue … who?
The Wine-dark Sea:
me, the violin you played me like a fiddle tune, you!
Blue … ]
At last the sun is shining, the clouds of blue …