Let there be night.
Let the harsh light of day fade,
let the sun’s rays pass from the face of the earth,
let us be enveloped again by cold, comforting night.
Let there be storms.
Let the winds howl,
let the skies bring forth the Thunderer’s voice,
let the raindrops batter the earth like hailstones.
Let there be Dead.
Let them roam freely across the lands,
let their memories ring through our forgetful minds,
let their voices tell us once more their forgotten stories.
Let there be winter.
Let it be cold, and harsh, and long.
Let it chill my bones, freeze my face, fog my breath.
Let it show me the faces of my beloved gods.