The beer is getting cold.
What's come before will come again,
Or so it has been told...
For soon will come the longest night,
The lovely solstice tide,
When for your treats you'll have to fight:
For soon, the Mari rides.
The beer is getting cold.
What's come before will come again,
Or so it has been told...
For soon will come the longest night,
The lovely solstice tide,
When for your treats you'll have to fight:
For soon, the Mari rides.