Magdalene, young maiden
A maiden young and foul
She carries a darkness in her heart
The evil bygone land
When she had had three sons
When she had birthed three children
Three bundles in swaddling clothes
Given to her
Magdalene, young maiden
A maiden young and foul
She carries a darkness in her heart
The memory of bygone evil
She set one of them afire
It turned into a flaming ember
Now the fire cradles it
The flame laments
Magdalene, young maiden...
She threw another one into the water
She lowered it beneath he waves
Now the combers cradle the child
The black sea takes it away
She buried the third one in the woods
She laid it to rest in the grove
Now the birches cradle the cradle
Guarding eternal sleep
When she had had three sons
When she had birthed three children
Magdalene, young maiden...