For my delight   Swift as the wind flies   His chariot and wings   Shine, shine in the light of a thousand suns   For he comes from the land of no night   He comes from the land of no night      There is no land   The night is all around my child   You must stop imagining all this   You must stop imagining all this   For your own good      Why don't you go with the rest   And play downstairs?      Closing my eyes   I see him so clear   The blood on his sword   Flashes so bright as it   Falls to the skulls by his feet      But his eyes they know all things   Oh, his eyes they know all      There is no blood   No one knows all my child   You must stop imagining all this   You must stop imagining all this   For your own good      Why don't you go with the rest   And play downstairs?      Swift as the wind   Stay if you will now   Seeing you again will be, will be in your castle so fair   But I make take some time on the way   And may spend some time downstairs