As the Northern Wind Cries - Ofdrykkja

In the polar night long and dark

May the wolves howl and bark

In the silence of December

May them my body dismember

Hear the ancient owl call

She tells the story of my fall

Whispers in the northern wind

As my body lay there skinned

The whitest glade was painted red

Yet my spirit wasn’t dead

Hidden runes beneath the snow

A story of the returning crow

As winter turn to spring

Again you will hear him sing

Like the sound of foxes chewing mice

The morning sun will crack the ice

And from the lake — I shall arise

For when the red snow melt

Along with the sadness I’ve felt

Leaving nothing worth to mourn

I’m out of ice reborn