Wold - December Eve lyrics

On December eve The good folk The faeries of auld Are more powerful than angels They dance in the cold The good folk On December eve With fires burning high Troop as angel rapers Under the prairie sky On December eve The good folk Chant in a ring With screech owl in the centre This is what they sing: "On December eve Cold winds Make the willows weave "On December eve Owl spreads Her wings to grieve "On December eve Winter deems There's no reprieve." The good folk On December eve Reign at winter's helm: They are more real than the outside God Because the earth is their realm