Underneath the northern star I was born,
The sign of the wanderer, hungry, forlorn.

Alone I came forth to the season of death,
Midnight’s kiss as I drew my first breath.

I opened my eyes to a sky black as sin,
And the northern star lit up the blackness within.

Filled with the spirits of darkness and ice,
As cold blue witch fires burned in my eyes.

A child of winter, I wandered afar
Bathed in the chilling light of my star.

For the pride of the north was mine to embrace
And the joy of the wild shone bright in my face.

But all seasons turn, we must travel anew
The morning frost turns to scent laden dew.

Awakened from my wandering dreams, I saw
The dawn of the spring of the heart, and the thaw.