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Yule was an ancient winter solstice festival celebrated by the Norse long before Christianity reached the North.
It marked the longest night of the year and the return of the light, symbolizing renewal, hope, and survival through winter.
Many traditions we now associate with Christmas—firelight, evergreen symbols, feasting, and communal gathering—originate from Yule.
This song tells the story of Yule Night, the pagan precursor of Christmas, and Odin’s Wild Hunt riding across the winter sky.

Below you can find the lyrics in English and Old Norse (poetic reconstruction).

English Lyrics

The sun has fallen, the sky turns red,
Frost bites deep where the old gods tread.
Longest night, yet the fire still burns,
Yule calls forth as the wheel now turns.

Hear the horn, the heartbeat drums,
From the edge of the world, the rider comes.

Hooves thunder across the starless sky,
The wind bears Odin as hunters fly.
Ravens cry what the dark conceals,
Death rides swift — but the light reveals.

Ash and memory beneath our feet,
Mead is poured where the living meet.
Evergreen guards the door and hall,
Life stands firm when the cold would fall.

Eyes to heaven, blades held tight,
The Allfather judges this sacred night.

Hooves thunder across the starless sky,
The wind bears Odin as hunters fly.
Shadows race where the worlds collide,
Fate is sung on the storm’s wild ride.

Eight-legged steed tears through the night,
Spear of fate in frozen light.
Those who hide are lost to fear,
Those who stand — the gods draw near.

Hooves thunder across the starless sky,
Yule night opens the road nearby.
From the dark, the sun is born,
Odin sees — and the oath is sworn.

Fire fades into glowing coal,
Tomorrow light reclaims its role.
Yet while the northern winds still cry,
The Wild Hunt rides — and Yule lives on.

Old Norse Lyrics (Poetic Reconstruction)

Sól er fallin, sárnar himinn,
frostr bítr jörð ok forna stigu.
Lengst er myrkr, en logi lifir,
Jól kalla menn — hringr snýsk aftur.

Heyr horna gný, hjarta slær,
úr heims jaðri rídr Herjafaðir.

Hófar dunja um himin myrkan,
vindr berr Óðin, veiðimenn fljúga.
Hrafnar kveða hulda dóma,
dauði rídr — en ljós mun vakna.

Ösk ok minni undir fóti,
mjöðr er ausinn, menn ei einir.
Sígrænn vörðr við salardyr,
líf stendr fast er kuldi sækir.

Augu til himins, eggjar búnar,
Alföðr metr þessa nótt.

Hófar dunja um himin myrkan,
vindr berr Óðin, veiðimenn fljúga.
Skuggar hlaupa þar heimar mætast,
örlög sungin í stormi villtum.

Sleipnir rífr nótt með átta fótum,
Gungnir glitrar í gaddfrosti.
Sá er flýr, er óttans þræll,
sá er stendr — er goðum kunnr.

Hófar dunja um himin myrkan,
Jólanótt opnar leiðir fram.
Úr myrkri rís hin nýja sól,
Óðinn sér — ok eiðr er bundinn.