[ Featuring the Power-Ups ]
Samhain is over and Yule Tide is here
The Oak King he slumbers, Jólakötturinn appears
In the Court of the Holly King
The frost chalice shines with
Cranberry, rosemary and cinnamon spiced wine
To the halls of the Holly King we ride!
Far in the northlands
Lies a wondrous sight
A longhouse in the evergreens
Made of ice shining white
Where the everburning yule log
Brings warmth to the hall
And the Mead of Poetry
Makes bards of us all
To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
Welcome, My Kin, to the Shining White North
Behold, as roast meats and drink are brought forth
A feast the likes of have never been seen
As we dance and make merry in the Court of the Holly King
But beware! For in the dark of night, Grýla approaches...
Prepare for battle! With the army of the Midnight Blizzard!
From the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
From the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
From the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
From the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
Fight on my warriors! We shall Prevail!
When the epic battle with the Ice Beasts is done
And we are victorious, our glory is won
Behold! The celebration of the Solstice Begins!
To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
To the Halls of the Holly King we Ride!
