Jólnir by Randytaylor69 Lyrics
Seventeen hours of darkness, he's sitting in the gloom
A red hat dangles, limp sad costume
The nobility and distinction of robes long past
A bishop's staff, the tabard, a mitre of white damask
Before that, racing across the sky, a man with one eye
Storms rage 'round his highborn steed
The wild ride, the raging host against the ghouls fly
With gods, elves, beasts and spirits... frost giants mortified
As the hours of light shrink day on day, and the great evening advances
His doubts begin to eat away, and in dire circumstances
He turns to the dark and the monsters there, to reclaim lost dignity
Hans trapp, frau perchta, pere fouettard; a triumvirate of malignity
Jolnir across the nine realms, father christmas with good cheer
Saint nicholas with coins in socks, and now santa with a sneer
The four swoop down like ravens on a wassailing child amiss
The young boy ambles near to them, "what sight is this?"
Soft eyes reflect dark vapour, the hair, the claws, the teeth
His small mouth makes an o and he fails to breathe
The christmas creatures gather near, with sacks and a birch switch
A straw-stuffed sleeve pushes forth the witch
"Slit his belly open, dear, i'm hungry for some flesh"
They roast the boy over the fire and they watched him thresh
Sinterklaas has made the leap from patron saint to devil
Of dante's game, i'm sad to say, he's reached the final level
The four feast upon entrails, drink his sweet blood like red wine
The sacrifice and the yuletide feast in one
Jolnir across the nine realms, father christmas with good cheer
Saint nicholas with coins in socks, and santa with a leer
The descent of man is sad to see, no matter his cruelty
But these foul demons, it's plain to me, are satan's jewelry
Jolnir across the nine realms, father christmas with good cheer
Saint nicholas with coins in socks, and now santa's inspiring fear
A red hat dangles, limp sad costume
The nobility and distinction of robes long past
A bishop's staff, the tabard, a mitre of white damask
Before that, racing across the sky, a man with one eye
Storms rage 'round his highborn steed
The wild ride, the raging host against the ghouls fly
With gods, elves, beasts and spirits... frost giants mortified
As the hours of light shrink day on day, and the great evening advances
His doubts begin to eat away, and in dire circumstances
He turns to the dark and the monsters there, to reclaim lost dignity
Hans trapp, frau perchta, pere fouettard; a triumvirate of malignity
Jolnir across the nine realms, father christmas with good cheer
Saint nicholas with coins in socks, and now santa with a sneer
The four swoop down like ravens on a wassailing child amiss
The young boy ambles near to them, "what sight is this?"
Soft eyes reflect dark vapour, the hair, the claws, the teeth
His small mouth makes an o and he fails to breathe
The christmas creatures gather near, with sacks and a birch switch
A straw-stuffed sleeve pushes forth the witch
"Slit his belly open, dear, i'm hungry for some flesh"
They roast the boy over the fire and they watched him thresh
Sinterklaas has made the leap from patron saint to devil
Of dante's game, i'm sad to say, he's reached the final level
The four feast upon entrails, drink his sweet blood like red wine
The sacrifice and the yuletide feast in one
Jolnir across the nine realms, father christmas with good cheer
Saint nicholas with coins in socks, and santa with a leer
The descent of man is sad to see, no matter his cruelty
But these foul demons, it's plain to me, are satan's jewelry
Jolnir across the nine realms, father christmas with good cheer
Saint nicholas with coins in socks, and now santa's inspiring fear