Dóchtern-Hwít/The White Daugther

The Eveningstar’s dearest child,
bring joy to me soul.
Bring me to beloved coasts,
and let be praise on thou.

Once the preciousest at the sky,
you stood there bold and clear.
Now you sleep, beneath the waves,
your father was a fool.

Once you birthed, the Devil’s spawn,
Love have made you blind.
The cold sea swallow you a-whole, 
your ember hast declined. 

The Eveningstar’s dearest child,
bring joy to me soul.
Waken now, White Daugther
and bring me to min’st soil.