As Winter Comes

Never ending days in the middle of September
Blessed by the sun I return to my sleep
Never ending nights in the middle of December
Summer is gone and my sadness is deep

Promise of warmth washed away by the snowstorm
Outside the door Vindsval’s blowing it too
Promise of summer I can tell from his sister
Svasud is doing her best to break through

Days turn to night as I slumber in the darkness
Frost holds the earth to the day I awake
Days follow days but my mind stays in sadness
First when the sun warms the frost I can brake

Loosen your grasp and believe in the weather
Carry the smell of pure summer to me
Loosen your fears as the days all grow longer
Open your eyes and believe what you see