Shortest Day, Longest Night - Waylander

Dormant land, in frozen sleep

Nothing stirs in this desolate place

The ancient which has strength withers not

The roots run deep, safe from the frost

A ray of light penetrates the womb of Mother Earth

Ensuring our survival, until growth begins again

Gather together at this sacred site

Invoke the Sun God on the longest night

Late in his coming, short in his stay

Profound is the feeling of the longest day

Re-enact our primal wisdom

At his appointed time

As ritual, ages old

Passed from the mists of time

Light flows like liquid gold

Across the chamber floor

Illuminating hearts and minds

Our dreams alive once more

Night falls, devouring the light

A darkness so dense

It can sense your fears

And taste your tears

Life from death, warmth from cold

The sun reborn, as hope returns

Adorn the hearth with holly

For protection and for hope

Use the sacred golden sickle

As you cut the mistletoe

Light candles in the winter trees

Hang the boughs with evergreen

Burn fires throughout the longest night

To drive the dark away