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They awaited the maiden's return,

Astray she was in forest dark,

Her only friend was the homeward path,

Hidden by the spreading snow

Could she but not, follow starry trails

She would not be lost, amongst these spruces dark

Wooden arms embraced the foreign guest

Sad was their song unto her

The halls of the mountain king,

Clamour for Christian blood

[The Netherworld:]

"Near at hand; a maiden in grief

Hands joined in prayer

A Litany rises to heaven above."

From springs above

Upon her head

Drop by drop as blood

From Jesus Christ

[The Maiden:]

"Lonely, in forest deep,

Tonight, I feel and fear,

No one remembers me."