Wynter Waxeth (from Werwulf) Lyrics by Ethel Cain & Robin Carolan
The stille wulf, deien
An othir moone, an othir drede
Godes craspie
God
Godes craspie
God (Ah)
Godes
Eichil, for the niht
Stille wuns dwelle
God is craseful
Secun, the sien
Christes blod
Mm, I wasched, mm, I (Mm)
Christes blod
Mm, I wasched (Mm), now, ah
God is craseful (Mm, mm)
And God
Wynter waxeth
Wynter waxeth
Mi soule, mi kyn, mi blod, mi wo
Mi soule, mi kyn, mi blod, mi wo
Mi soule, mi kyn, mi blod, mi wo
Mi soule, mi kyn, mi blod, mi wo
Mi soule, mi kyn, mi blod, mi wo
Mi soule, mi kyn, mi blod, mi wo
Mi soule, mi kyn (Mi soule), mi blod, mi wo
Mi soule, mi kyn (Godes graspie), mi blod, mi wo
Mi, ah
