Frostbound Rites

Stone under snow

Breath in the pines We gather low (hummmm)

Frost on the root,

iron in the ground

Old names rise without a sound

Hands to the bark,

fire in the coal

We call the night to carry the soul (ahhhh)

Red coal, black soil

River stone, winter oil Step once,

step slow

Under branches bent with snow (ooh)

Carry us north, carry us home

Through the black fir,

through the bone

Rise from the ash,

stand in the cold

We are the fire the old ones hold (hey)

Ash on the tongue,

moon on the blade

Tracks disappear where the white wolves laid

Smoke from the peat,

salt on the hand

We walk the ring and bind the land (hummmm)

Carry us north,

carry us home

Through the black fir,

through the bone

Rise from the ash,

stand in the cold

We are the fire the old ones hold Carry us north,

carry us home (hey,

hey)

Fire sinks low

Snow takes the stone We leave no mark (hummmm)