All male, nine by nine, hanging gently, swaying in the wind   The bark of ash absorbing the splattered heays of blood   For the return of the sun, a winter sacrifice   Ox, dog, horse, sheep and slave, all offered to the gods      The dusk of grey keeps falling upon the landscape bleak   White gently still the bodies away, hanging in god's tree   The ring of torches lighting up the heath, a ghostly shine   The mighty ash unites the earth with sky for all time      The golden mead flows freely, chant of the sun is sung   The runes are read out loud and clear, midwinter night is long   Lifegiving disc shall fill the sky once more in all its span   The vinterblot, a reawakening, hail Nordland