Circle of faces in the firelight
Ten thousand shadows against the night
The juniper is burning, the air is thick
The pulse of the people is heavy and quick
We gather the harvest, we gather the fear
The time of the great blót is finally here
To the All-Father, give
To the Earth-Mother, give
From the vein to the stone
From the heart to the throne
The great blót, the sacrifice
We pay the blood, we pay the price
Give to the ancients, give to the fire
The flame of the nation is rising higher
A golden bowl of the sacred red
Painted on the living, painted on the dead
No one is silent, no one is small
We are the spirit inside the wall
The offering is ready, the blade is high
Under the watch of the winter sky
Blót
Hear us calling
Hear us dying
Accept the blood
The great blót, the sacrifice
We pay the blood, we pay the price
Give to the ancients, give to the fire
The flame of the nation is rising higher
It is finished
