Winterfylleth Void Of Light
Him the wolf shall eat
The hoar traverser of the heath
His mother then shall on his death
Bemourn the life without control
One shall hunger destroy
And the cruel drive away
One shall the spear lay prostate
Where war doth crush a soul
One shall void of light
And pass this life
With his hands grope;
With his breath fight
Sick with sinew-wounds
His pain, bewails
In mind afflicted
One shall in the forest, from a high tree
Wingless fall, Hover in air!
One shall void of light
And pass this life
With his hands grope
With his breath fight
To Earth he shall no longer be
The wild tree's fruit
When he to the root
Shall sink with life exhausted
Of soul bereft
Shall fall on the earth
His soul be on his journey
