In times when slouds and trees stand empty
Nine thousand wolves are gathered in the snow
To raise a long and greyish howl.
Ebony black the earth went into the night
Re-awoken, covered now in silver white
Softly veiled by sparking moisture
Out of the wolwes ' throats up to the sky.
Lap of sunrise sweated by birth pains
It's child - a cold red fireball
Sharp silhouettes of old and tired eyes
Their cradle stuffed with leaves and fog.
Impossible to march the shortest way today
Come forth tied up all in wolwes' breath
Early, therefore, the evening approaches
It is the time of Winter Soltice.
Within the misty late year's forest In times when slouds and trees stand empty Nine thousand wolves are gathered in the snow To raise a long and greyish howl. Ebony black the earth went into the night Re-awoken, covered now in silver white Softly veiled by sparking moisture Out of the wolwes ' throats up to the sky. Lap of sunrise sweated by birth pains It's child - a cold red fireball Sharp silhouettes of old and tired eyes Their cradle stuffed with leaves and fog. Impossible to march the shortest way today Come forth tied up all in wolwes' breath Early, therefore, the evening approaches It is the time of Winter Soltice. Explain Request ×
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