O' Tanna, bearer of the blue crown
Your face is the dawn
Sunlight the hair
Eyes the infinite skies
Queen of the mountain and of the Crodères
Whose hearts are stone
And ears deaf to human suffering
O' Tanna
Take pity on us
And deliver
A Day of Calm
Two golden coffins placed in your ice palace
To eternally remind you
The sorrow that eradicated
Your love
O' Tanna
Lady of the Marmaròle
We pray thee
Take pity on us
And deliver
A Day of Calm
The mountain is your domain
Zealous servant
No pebble rolls, river flows, glacier moves
And stone falls against your will
O' Tanna
We are fighting like your son
Kin against kin
Your harsh kingdom
Our battlefield
Take pity on us
And deliver
A Day of Calm
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