Shallow weather can't let me be myself

- So I vow for the sharpness of frost,

to winters tears of frost and ice.

 

The ravens have grown uneasy today

mourning more day by day

-  they have heard the call to arms

as the land covers in snow

and last leaves wither on the ground

 

they shriek and gaze over the land

to tell their tales to the spirits of fjelds.