We are the sons and daughters of Winter.
Fierce, cruel, ruthless, unforgiving and stern Mother Winter.
Feel the cold embrace, of a land that does not welcome you.
Gaze upon the pale faces of Death.
We were created in Her image.
We cast our firstborn children into the bogs,
The dowry for our everlasting marriage to this land.
Mother recognizes her children.
She will throw you off her lap.