Samhain is over and Yule Tide is here The Oak King he slumbers, Jólakötturinn appears In the Court of the Holly King The frost chalice shines with cranberry, rosemary and cinnamon spiced wine To the halls of the Holly King we ride! Far in the northlands Lies a wondrous sight A longhouse in the evergreens Made of ice shining white Where the everburning yule log Brings warmth to the hall And the Mead of Poetry Makes bards of us all To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! Welcome, My Kin, to the Shining White North Behold, as roast meats and drink are brought forth A feast the likes of have never been seen As we dance and make merry in the Court of the Holly King But beware! For in the dark of night, Grýla approaches… Prepare for battle! With the army of the Midnight Blizzard! From the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! From the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! From the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! From the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! Fight on my warriors! We shall Prevail! When the epic battle with the Ice Beasts is done And we are victorious, our glory is won Behold! The celebration of the Solstice Begins! To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride! To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!