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When winter storms come, days grow short

Hearth and hall are brightly lit

A time of giving, a time of tales

A time of symbel, a time of blot

Bring your gifts and renew the bonds

A new year is about to dawn

A time for peace, a time for war

A time for harvest, a time for feast

Outside under grey, dull skies

mind your step, keep an open eye

for twelve long days the world's their realm

witches, elves, the Herlaþing

The wind it howls a tuneless song

When hunters ride on horse and goat

Keep well inside till Bertha's night

With her day gone, the light returns

Now raise your songs, sing aloud

Tales of praise and noble deeds

Let the world ring with our charms

To beg the earth bring forth the spring