The hosts/ Three by three

Cold is the wind
That comes from the west,
Dark are the skies:
Nuada rides.

Cold is the wind
That comes from the north,
Dark are the skies:
The Allfather rides.

Cold is the wind
That comes from the south
Dark are the skies:
Gwyn ap Nudd rides.

Cold is the wind
That comes from the east
Dark are the skies:
The three hosts ride.

Three by three
Riders come,
Three by three
Clad in black.

Three by three
Ravens fly
Three by three
White dogs howl.

Dark clouds come
Swelled with rain,
Over the world
There and back.

Sleepless souls
Rise again
From their beds,
Cold as death.

Those once gone
Shall return
To claim those
Who had killed.

Dark skies cry
Storm descends
Through the world
Wild hunt rides.

Listen now:
Hear them come,
Run if you
Dare not stay.

Comes the time
Of remorse
Comes the hour
Of the fight.

Don’t you dare
Venture out
By the blood,
Clouds and rain.