Yule Bells and Ancient Ways

<instrumental Hear the bells, hear them call. Through the frost and shadowed hall.

Longest night, cold and still. Old gods wake against their will. Hear the bells,

steady slow. Through the pine where moonlight glows. Not their cross, not their hymn.

We remember what's within. Bells are ringing, calling near. Fire returning,

Yule is here. Bells are ringing, dark to dawn. Sun is turning, night is gone.

Candle flame, circle drawn. Ash and bone 'til night is gone.

Evergreen and iron bind. Doorways marked against all eyes. Hear the bells

beneath the snow. Ancient names we do not show. They forgot, but still we