Damp earth

You have made the earth damp

was the red bead speech

my fylgja brought home

after a night's roaming

in other bears' sleep.

Magdalena, Magdalena 

dance for me

with your scarlet dress

and bulls blood mouth.

You have made the earth damp

in that fresh, red grove

where the white rose grows.

Bring me mistletoe wine

as you curl your fingers

across my holly back,

wearing the wreath around

your milk queen neck

with a garlands lick

of blood frost berries.

Magdalena, Magdalena 

dance for me

in your scarlet dress

and cinnamon mouth.

My black horse waits

to take you hunting

through this winter night.

Search, my love, for rose petal gold,

you have made the earth damp

and my sleep is all the sweeter.