Midsommarblot

White landscapes in our memories

The cold hunger we have endured

Embracing the lukewarm winds

We hail our gods we will prevail

Let us chant all through the night

In the never setting sun's light

Nine magic songs to the gods up high

Then raise we our chalices up to the sky

We will sacrifice, we will not fall

Frej and freja, please hear our call

The golden disc have now returned

Sol has escaped from the wolf

Blood sacrifice to our gods

To keep the winter far away

Let us chant all through the night

In the never setting sun's light

Nine magic songs to the gods up high

Then raise we our chalices up to the sky

We will sacrifice, we will not fall

Frej and freja, please hear our call