Winds of the north, roaring through the canyons
Sleet and sand riding the winds
The crash of Sleipner’s eight iron hooves
pounding on the rock below

The days are shorter, night’s the longer
Ošin is about, the dead are following
Half for the Hunt Master
another half for Freya to do with as she sees

The veil is thinning Ošin is riding
Collecting his due for Valhal
Black hounds leading the way
ahead of his storm

Mother night is nigh
Yule trees decked out in splendor
Ošin passes them by
Leading his half on the way to Valhal

Yule has arrived, and snow is on the wind
Oaths are sung out, promises are made
Žor visits the hearth
to lay the gifts for the children

Yule has passed New Years is near
Ice is upon the wind
Išuna's apples are shared
Ase and Wan to receive and to share

Ostara is here the grass is turning
there is rain on the wind
Ošin’s brood is growing stronger
Walpurgesnacht is here

The veil is gone the dead arise
Ošin gathers his due
And leads them to Vahal
Freyr returns Fyjorin to life.