Land

of

un-

for-

giving

win-

ter

Cold,

clad

in

white,

un-

der

a

dark

grey

sky

Silent,

the

wind,

it

whis-

pers

Pale

sun

of

gold,

ga-

zing

from

far

up

high

End-

less

fo-

rests,

lakes

of

wa-

ter

dark

and

deep

Mis-

ty

moun-

tains,

where

gi-

ants

sleep

High

a-

bout

all the

ra-

vens

Spread-

ing

their

wings

to fly

to

the

hall

up

high

Mes-

sengers

of

the

All-

Fa-

ther

O-

din

be-

hold

all

with

his

one

eye

E-

agle

soar-

ing,

old

crow

cries

This

land

and

heaven,

fo-

re-

ver

tied

Cold

the

waves

a-

long

the

shore-

line

White wolfs

realm

from

here

to moun-

tains

high

a-

far

Land

of ours

since

it

rose out

of deep

cold

sea Shine

on

our

path,

yes

brigh-

test

of all,

North-

star

Fo-

re-

ver-

dark

woods,

cold

winds

sweep

Bar-

ren

land-

scape,

un-

tamed

and

bleak