My Name Is Night

As the sun is turning crimson I'm closing my eyes I lay down my sword My spear, bow and arrow I lay my head on red earth On dark twigs of spruce On golden grass of meadow On heather and rosemary My name is night My sword has been bent and broken My story's burned to cinder And my life's been sung away My name is night I will roam these mounds I will take care of my own For I'm sent on a journey With my trestles to Tuonela Dressed in my best clothes Lifted on the pyre The sun beyond the sea Sets in wings of fire Stonеs on top of the hill A pile over high ashеs My name is night My sword has been bent and broken My story is burned to cinder My life's been sung away My name is night I will roam these mounds I will take care of my own