. . . . . . . . . . Ode to Sunna Words and music by Analemma McKee-Schwenke, 2005 Audio: mp3 ogg Whose face is fair above all else That mortal sight may see? That if an eye Long on her spy Soon blinded it will be? Whose golden crown outgleams by far The diadems of kings? That in compare The wealth they wear Is naught but knaves' tin rings? Whose angry flares, seen near and far, Send man-made moons a-sputter? The valkyries fly The fair north sky And mens' hearts fall a-flutter. She kindles life, she causes death, She's fickle as she's fair. Her finger's found On skin that's browned And maids with white-gold hair. Yet on her light we all rely For golden fruits and grain, For safety from Dark utgard scum, For she is Alvis' bane. Without her gaze leaves green would fade, Without her leash we'd wander. We would have no light, Just lifeless night, If Sunna weren't up yonder.