Saturday, January, Winter

The Warrior that is there

In the west my house is lying.

You will find the warrior there

The warrior is the Commander of Fate

Sunday, February, Winter

Unto thou Queen of the Forest

Unto thou the stars shine immortal

Unto thou we sing, exalted Forest Queen

Fair queen, unto thou our praise doth dwell

Sunday, February, Winter

For me the stars doth fade

I am as blood–stain and abominable as a demon

And as noble as a god

Sunday, February, Winter


The winter shines in, immortal

The wind encircles on lofty wings

The sun is hiden