Prayer to Nott at the Dark End of a Year
(sung to the tune of O Holy Night)

Oh Holy Nott
On whom the dewdrops glimmer
From the bridle of grand Hrimfaxi.
Ride o’er the nine worlds who under your cover
Dream deep as their souls journey afar.
Hail to you starry sharp-eyed maiden
Who brings relief from the glare of day
Quiet the world
And hear the dreaming whisper
Oh Nott divine!
Oh Nott, oh Nott divine!