Catte from Winterwheel by Moss of Moonlight

Caught/in star-leaves/we spin/forever/unseen unfolding
before the still/waters of our eyes
 
Losað!/Séo hulu!/Ðe we treddað ure bréaðe fét/holu
næfað þone wyrtwalan/béoð hamleasu
ðæt átorcynn bið áiteende ure worulde onweg.
 
Bind us/in ice/sap-frozen resting/our feet/stretch to the depthless
reaches of wisdom/they stretch/they fall short.
 
We turn/we hide/we turn/and we hide/from all/we once
knew and lost/and all we might ever know
eat ice and freeze your eyes/will we never/look to the sky?
Remember/the taste of the soil?
Crack your eyes/thaw your mind/swallow the earth/grip the sky.
 
Sound the horn/shatter the earth of our eyes/light a fire in our skull
feed us to Yggdrasil.
 
Bind us…

Geredende/Twifyrelende
 
We þæt tréow læfaþ/Ure mód śiwe mid wyrttruman
We forstælon þa steorran, þa éaran fylledon mid mihte þuneras,
 
Ure wamba fylledon mid sædum/We treddaþ, úpáwenda folma
Endeléaslice sagan/into ure banum græfaþ ungedállice rúnstafas.
 
We þæt tréow læfaþ…
 

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