Barthlory کے بول

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