كلمات Midsommarblot

White landscapes in our memories The cold hunger we have endured Embracing the lukewarm winds We hail our gods we will prevail Let us chant all through the night In the never setting sun's light Nine magic songs to the gods up high Then raise we our chalices up to the sky We will sacrifice, we will not fall Frej and freja, please hear our call The golden disc have now returned Sol has escaped from the wolf Blood sacrifice to our gods To keep the winter far away Let us chant all through the night In the never setting sun's light Nine magic songs to the gods up high Then raise we our chalices up to the sky We will sacrifice, we will not fall Frej and freja, please hear our call