The Lord Is Born to the Lady On the Winter Solstice. - Unto Ashes

On a cold year

My lord is born

His mother’s heart

No longer torn

I’ll light a candle

To light his way

With loving kindness

On him all day

He’ll grow to manhood

And?

And wear the death crown

But I’ll not mourn him

When he is gone

Father forsaken

Forgive your son

Father forsaken

Forgive your son