Storms move across the vast land,
Trees break under its force.
The last leaves have fallen,
Fog obscures the sunlight.
The hours of light become shorter,
The world sinks into darkness.
A cold breath covers the mountains,
It moves down to the deepest valley,
Allows the floods to solidify,
Right out to the open lake.
People and animals seek protection from the icy grip of winter.
The forest and fields are covered in snow,
A warm fire burns in the longhouse,
Provides protection from the wind and Snow,
There is hot mead in the horns.
Skalds sing the old songs,
A year has passed,
The sun returns.
After At the winter solstice, the dark time comes to an end.
With this quiet moment, hope and light return.

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