Hail to the Hunter of Winter,

The twin tracks in the snow,

The twin tracks of your eyes

Sharp in the frosty air, you see

Where every bird flies,

Where every squirrel passes,

Where the deer have bedded for the night.

All must eat, especially in the hard season,

And you take only what is needed,

Leaving enough to breed again

And continue the cycle of Life.

Yew-god, bow-god, death-god,

Bringer of the most silent slaughter,

The death that comes swift and unseen,

Spare us from the wrath of frozen winter

With the cloud of your joyful laughter

And the shield of your great hand.

We hail you, God On Skis,

Evergreen Lord, Sunbeam On Snow,

In this the time of your white realm.