Seven Stars from the southern sky

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Seven stars from the southern sky,

glittering loud, glittering high,

seven promises waiting to rise,

in a dizzying circle of light.

One is from the northern sky,

from the black and grey,

nobleness within his soul,

fears are gone away.

Seven stars from the southern sky,

glittering loud, glittering high,

seven promises waiting to rise,

in a dizzying circle of light.

Another from the winter,

hazzled eyes on loyal face,

strength and gold matching together,

in a soft, twistling embrace.

Seven stars from the southern sky,

glittering loud, glittering high,

seven promises waiting to rise,

in a dizzying circle of light.

This one is gold headed,

the look of deepest blue,

smiles and songs forever,

make the greatest truth.

Seven stars from the southern sky,

glittering loud, glittering high,

seven promises waiting to rise,

in a dizzying circle of light.

One  of them comes from happiness,

with her speedy mind,

friendly hand always offered,

with a help to find.

Seven stars from the southern sky,

glittering loud, glittering high,

seven promises waiting to rise,

in a dizzying circle of light.

This one comes from stories,

bards songs tell her tales,

honesty and cunning,

advancing her name.

Seven stars from the southern sky,

glittering loud, glittering high,

seven promises waiting to rise,

in a dizzying circle of light.

There´s another comming,

friendship in his heart,

no arrows find his body,

and lauhgs are made an art.

Seven stars from the southern sky,

glittering loud, glittering high,

seven promises waiting to rise,

in a dizzying circle of light.

Last one is like stone and fire,
arduous to describe,
but you always find his hand
just at the right time.

Seven stars from the southern sky,

glittering loud, glittering high,

seven promises waiting to rise,

in a dizzying circle of light.

And comming from the horizon,

scarlet flames are on her soul,

greened gaze and tender,

joyful wistling howl.

Seven stars from the southern sky,

glittering loud, glittering high,

seven promises waiting to rise,

in a dizzying circle of light.