The northern lights colour the sky Reflect on the ice They say time heals all wounds They say time heals all wounds Seduced by the power of the sight The powerful union of sun and moon Will I be bestowed with the truth? Will I be bestowed with the truth? My mind is an ocean A grave of all thoughts I wanted to give it to you I wanted to give it to you Can you see the play of colours Belonging to the Night of the North Will you share what I see? Do you dare share what I see?