Come, Dreadfull Ygg

Spirits of snow haunt this air

Dreams of a hanged man on the oak

And Ravens speak their curses in ancient tongues:

Come, the Murderer, Dreadful Ygg

Where the old pinewoods pierce the skies

Like the crooked runes of death

Stain the sunset in blood

Come, the Enemy, Dreadful Ygg

Winterwitch breathes the cold smoke

In the poems of Distant night

Nordic heroism and seven winds

Come, The Murderer, Dreadful Ygg

Deadmen call your name

With the painted faces of Yule

With the horrid faces of Winter

Come watch this world through our eyes

Ghostmen call your name

With the painted faces of Yule

With the horrid faces of Winter

Come, 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...