The longhaired shaman daughter herds her white and spotted reindeer On the fells of the north as in an old picture the shaman daughter trance sleeps
The longhaired shaman daughter herds her white and spotted reindeer On the fells of the north as in an old picture With the echoes of the cliff she yoiks
On the fells of the north in cold waterfalls she washes herself with rushing water begging for tears of the rain Washes herself with the tears from the rain Craddles the child chilled by the night
On the fells of the north in cold waterfalls she washes herself with rushing water With the echoes of the cliff she yoiks rinses her intuition in the cascade
...the shaman daughter trance sleeps... ...washes herself... ...craddles the child chilled by the night...