作词 : Quorthon 作曲 : N/A Vinterblot All male, nine by nine, hanging gently, swaying in the wind. The bark of ash absorbing the splattered heays of blood. For the return of the sun, a winter sacrifice! Ox, dog, horse, sheep and slave, all offered to the gods. The dusk of grey keeps falling upon the landscape bleak. While gently still the bodies swaying, hanging in god's tree. The ring of torches lighting up the heath, a ghostly shrine. The mighty ash uniting the earth and sky for all time... The golden mead flows freely chant of the sun is sung. The runes are read out loud and clear, midwinter night is long. Lifegiving disc shall fill the sky once more in all its span. The vinterblot, a reawakening, Hail Nordland.