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Midwinter, shortest day and longest night The rebirth of the sun The darkest days go by, even if it gets colder Beginning of the rough nights, 12 days The darkest of the year Retreat to the stove while the wind blows outside The wild hunt goes through the country We honor the goddesses of the clear So we are waiting through the dark Blackness dies and when the sunlight rules, after dark When all life awakes from eternal sleep, after dark The day falls down and the moonlight shines through the dark And sacrifice to her from among our ranks We honor the goddess of fate and the stars The weaver, guardian of the wheel We breathe the cold winter air We light candles and wreaths of lights We honor the return of the light We honor the stars that can only shine like this on winter nights On a bloodred sky when the night goes by, after dark Burning skies and the moonlight dies, after dark When the sun comes out and the birds start cry, after dark So we are waiting through the dark Feel the power that's given you Protect mother earth, there is only one It's our will alone Second full moon after the equinox Spring time, life awakens Everything sprouts, the juices flow Love and life in all things The shortest day and the longest night The rebirth of comes all the life The darkest days, even if it gets colder Retreat to the stove while the wind blows outside We honor the goddesses of the clear cold winter nights So we are waiting through the dark Blackness dies and when the sunlight rules, after dark When all life awakes from eternal sleep, after dark The day falls down and the moonlight shines, through the dark
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Rough northern winds bite And threatens to tear you apart The darkest times are ending soon Howling winter winds tormenting and icy The days are getting longer now You can smell the breath of increasing spring Despite the cold and snow that remained The sun is gradually gaining the leadership Evening lights, shorter nights Auspicious days, the world's changing The time of hope after winter Visions for the upcoming days Brighid, goddess of the land Patroness of poetry and bards Inspire us in words and deeds Heal us from winter wounds For your honor, a sacrifice The lamb's last breath shows the future The time has come to sow desires The time has come to watch them grow New lambs are born on icy fields An omen for the upcoming time Grow in strength of a life giving fireball We ignite a thousand candles That illuminate the room in their shine The constellation of the swan Across the starry sky in spring Brighid holds the staff of wisdom The spiral of life at its end Now the first lambs are born Faces in the flames Dancing in the haze Till the land With purifying fire Fire of the spirit in her eyes Her inner fire, a touch of the sun Inspiration, seer and guide Lead us through the new circle of life
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Thoughts and memories Resting and silent, hidden from inside Returning home, what once had been But never was forgotten To see the coming future The world's year is declining Flaming blaze, unleashing destiny Purifying fire as a sign of life Rules of a new world, there's no escape Release the beast Break the chains The worm is breaking out The order infringed Inflamed passion In the will of the spirit Destroyed from the outside Desolated creation Inferior to itself The inner ranks To themselves, unmeasurable The order is breaking The essence of the worlds The world year is drawing to an end The fallen sun dismantles, slaying the weeping moon From the sky, the stars are falling down to earth Dying like dreams, in this time Yggdrasil is on fire, drowning the sea Fire alights a brave new world Purifying fire in the name of life War and peace, interplaying, the circle of life Resting and silent, hidden inside On the new world's day Demanding life To end in harmony God Human Nature I went to a new world In the dying light of life
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Light of the fires, be ready to dance Honor life in May time Leave the walls, seek advice from the wise Walks sublime on journey's fate Give yourselves the lust of life The mother blossoms, experiences it consciously Old sorrows, stay backwards now! Indulge in joy and new luck You sing of birth and blossom The sun is shining brightly, the world is awakening The long and cold night is over Grim frost may now pass Until we see you again in winter Dances the fairy dance in joy Breathes the scent of young twigs Feast yourselves on food and drinks Show your gratitude to the goddess This night of my final sacrifice The fire will set my soul free Burning up my skin The gods will take me home Drinking the poisoned blood I enter my pasture coffin Two skulls in my hands I close my eyes and raise my arms To receive the godlike hails From my brothers in the land of the chose To receive the godlike hails A howling wind blows in the branches Moonlight fields glowing in the dark Below me to the path of eternity Where my spiritual brothers take me They stop at the shadows of an alder My nocturnal journey begins United in my enlightenment I have appeased the gods The wolves howl their goodbyes As a raven sing my last song The funeral moon glows strongly now For my last journey This night of late April The light opens its gate Honour souls wait for me For God's grace Fields fulfilled by the sun
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
The longest day and the shortest night of the year The climax of the light From then the darkness comes closer But the hottest days are ahead The festival of the south and the water The precious, life-giving water That particularly we honor these days We light fires and dances And brings the turning point We hold the cup of life in our hands... With pure spring water of the goddess We swim in the lakе and the sea We stand undеr cooling waterfalls And dance in refreshing showers We honor the goddesses of water The mistress of the lake But look to the sky and look for the ravens' flight to go with them They bring us luck in the journey we are making for the winter
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
The grain is ripe and harvest begins We honor the God who arise from the sun Filled the year with a rich harvest Winter is not going to be torture Autumn is just around the corner And your work is done We thank the sun god who let the grain ripen We walk across the fields in the golden sunlight Run your fingers over the awning You can imagine the rich harvest Dance and make love in the fields The sun god in a bright, yellow dress hе walks the fields Awn by awn he grows Carеss them gently before they fall He has now completed his work So you will die! You separate from all hearts once and every year You will be redeemed Keep laughing your face in the bread At the harvest moon Driving away shadows and ghosts We wear Halloa's masks Dethroned king, now you are dead The autumn wind sings us the song of mourning Sensual songs carry them down Back in the earth's lap Before you cover yourself with the cloak of frost The blanket of snow covers you Before you get up to Walpurgis Free will then unleashed you Totally liberated We walk across the fields in the golden sunlight Run your fingers over the awning Dance and make love in the fields The sun god in a bright, yellow dress he walks the fields Awn by awn he grows Caress them gently before they fall He has now completed his work So you will die! So you will die!
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
After the balance was done The harvest has been brought Honored with offerings We felt the balance Outside the autumn storms are raging over barren land Fallow fields and trees where the last leaves are blowing in the wind It's getting colder and darker, the days are getting shorter now The first frosts cover ivy and the last rose hips Clouds of mist sweep across the land, the ghosts are close The gate to the other world opens every night On the dark moon around the first November We travel to the underworld to our dark selves, to our ancestors We see the death of nature that lives on under the earth And looking for spring Death and rebirth, transformation Now the new year begins It is time for oracles and prophecies We honor the goddesses of death and fate The goddess of the underworld, Hel Drums tremble through the night The altar is prepared We carry the dark mark The sign of the ancient gods The order has now assembled On that big night Recurring every year A gift is given today The offerings are made The incense thickens the air A high priest is waiting for us The hosts of his tribe We wear the robes of the Nordic world The sacrificial dagger glows golden A big boar is already waiting Avoiding our suffering Choirs' sounds at the place of the ritual At the place of the ritual The wild boar tied up At the sacred gateway to the other world The door that leads into the darkness
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026