Wild Hunt
Автор: River Pine Kindred
Загружено: 2025-12-09
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Wild Hunt by River Pine Kindred
Winter is here my dear
The wild hunt is among us
Yule has found us
Do you feel our ancestors my dear?
Holly hanging everywhere
Spices filling to air
Cheer and frith around us
Do blessed are we
Frith has weaving here
The Old ways around us
And within us
God Yule my dear
Blesses upon us
Winter winds are calling near,
The Wild Hunt rides among us here,
Yule has found us,
Can you feel our ancestors' might?
Holly branches hung with care,
Spices scent the air,
Frith surround us,
Blessed are we, who walk in the old ways
Frith is woven through the night,
The Old Ways guide us, shining bright,
Within our hearts, the hearth glows,
The wisdom, still it grows.
God Yule, my dear, we sing,
Blessings to the heavens bring,
Ancestors’ whispers in the cold,
Their love and strength, forever bold.
Holly branches hung with care,
Spices scent the air,
Frith surround us,
Blessed are we, who walk in light.
Winter’s song, our hearts align,
The Old Ways echo through the time,
God Yule, my dear, we stand as one,
Blessings through the longest night.
Artist: River Pine Kindred
Copyright: © 2025 River Pine Kindred
Label: River Pine Kindred
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