MartmeisterPaladin

The Sun departs, the winds, they howl, this year does near its end, The world awaits the coming year, and the trials it will send. While every winter hounds us, its cloak of snow surrounds us, Each bell of every hall and every place of worship lauds us. For we saw our year through from the beginning to its end, And we await the next year, and the trials it will send.In ages past, in aeons gone, thousands of years ago, The ancient Yuletide festival would watch the dying year go. And they would give their thanks for a bountiful September, And look to Odin's protection to see out bleak December.Two thousand and ten years ago, a sacred child w...