Thuletide Lyrics

Comes the cloven smile

Winter night I draw you
And all the branches bend

Like a skeleton in the wind

Now the air is white

Seeking flames so warm and high

In the Witching-Hour
In the snow-white world of Thule

Like your Grandmothers ghost

All the leaves just disappear

Before the eyes are shut
Will they shine, oh will they ever open?

All the cloven trees

All the nocturnal frozen breath

Come and see, my love

Come and fall unto this icy heaven