Winter Solstice - Countess

Month of Yule, howling snows ravage the land

Time to hail the gods so renewal they will bring

Around the holy tree a great feast will be held

Much ale we’ll drink and many songs we’ll sing

In the cold of winter sacrifices will be made

Ancient rites of blood in honour of our gods so great

Winter solstice

In the long midwinter night sacrifices are hung

In the sacred grove on the branches of the tree

Nine males of man and horse and pig and goat

The blood flows freely for our mighty gods to see

In the cold of winter sacrifices now are made

Ancient rites of blood in honour of our gods so great

Winter solstice

In nine holy days seventy-two beings are slain

In the glare of the torches lighting the dark night

The runes are cast while the gods look upon us

The rites of blood will ensure the return of the light

In the cold of winter sacrifices have been made

Ancient rites of blood in honour of our gods so great

Winter solstice