Vinterblot - Mael Mórdha

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