Winterblot

All male, nine by nine, hanging gently, swaying in the wind
 The bark of ash absorbing the splattered heays of blood
 For the return of the sun, a winter sacrifice
 Ox, dog, horse, sheep and slave, all offered to the gods
 The dusk of grey keeps falling upon the landscape bleak
 White gently still the bodies away, hanging in god's tree
 The ring of torches lighting up the heath, a ghostly shine
 The mighty ash unites the earth with sky for all time
 The golden meat flows freely, chant of the sun is sung
 The runes are read out loud and clear, midwinter night is long
 Lifegiving disc shall fill the sky once more in all its span
 The vinterblot, a reawakening, hail Nordland.