Walknut - Come, Dreadful Ygg


Spirits of snow haunt this air 
Dreams of a hanged man on the oak 
And Ravens speak their curses in ancient tongues: 
Come, the Murderer, Dreadful Ygg 

Where the old pinewoods pierce the skies 
Like the crooked runes of death 
Stain the sunset in blood 
Come, the Enemy, Dreadful Ygg 

Winterwitch breathes the cold smoke 
In the poems of Distant night 
Nordic heroism and seven winds 
Come, The Murderer, Dreadful Ygg 

Deadmen call your name 
With the painted faces of Yule 
With the horrid faces of Winter 
Come watch this world through our eyes 

Ghostmen call your name 
With the painted faces of Yule 
With the horrid faces of Winter 
Come, cut the throats with our hands 

Wolfmen call your name 
With the painted faces of Yule 
With the horrid faces of Winter 
You're in each of us...

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