DESCRIPTION:
Song: The Daughters Of Ran
Artist: Verdandi
Album: North Country
Track Number: 1
Country of Origin: United States

Lyrics:

Ride, ride on the wave,
The daughters comb their silver hair;
Fly, fly on the storm,
The daughters' faces are most fair.

They beckon from their watery land,
And you may worship from afar,
But don't presume to take their hands;
Their ways are not what mortals' are.

At night they dance in robes of white,
Upon the shore they prance and leap.
By day they float as lilies bright;
Their father guards them as they sleep.

Their father keeps the ocean hold,
Strong sea storms and deep sea streams;
He call his own the ocean gold,
Dead men's ships and drowned men's dreams.

Their mother keeps a woven net,
And fetches lost souls from the sea.
Her hair is dark and wild and wet;
Her laugh is loud and fierce and free.

Aegir rules the ocean keeps,
The daughters ride the waves so free;
But Ran, she knows the darkest deeps
That daylight's eyes will never see.

Though you may worship what they are,
Do not presume to take their hands,
For if you venture in too far,
They'll drag you to their watery lands.

Is it for laughter that they drown?
Does evil cause their harps to ring?
Is it for love they lure men down?
Or just their nature thus to sing?

Did Odin seek to kiss the brine
And wed the secrets of the deep?
Were they the Watchman's mother nine?
Does ocean's wildness heaven keep?

Did they bequeath the primal seed
That Heimdall used to father man?
Is it from them we take our need
To swim the seas where we began?

Oh, Ran she knows the deepest sea
And Aegir rules the ocean home,
But it's the daughters, fair and free,
That kiss our shores with lips of foam


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