Riders of


Riders of


Seems death's.... given me....

More chances, than Cupid.

The counters of time, now light the heavens.

They pierce each winters day,

For Nökkvé now rules the night.

While the Oskoreia are a horse, and furiously .....they ride.

The solstice passed.

The småfolk ......had their feast

It's now the Jólareia ......

Who chase me,



The night.

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