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: [bad word]  the Murderer, Dreadful Ygg

Where the old pinewoods pierce the skies
Like the [bad word] of death
Stain the sunset in blood [bad word]  the Enemy, Dreadful Ygg

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

Deadmen call your name
With the painted faces of Yule
With the horrid faces of Winter [bad word] watch this world through our eyes

Ghostmen call your name
With the painted faces of Yule
With the horrid faces of Winter [bad word]  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...