By the rune stone he stands A lone wanderer from afar Wolves gathered round in packs: Poetry he chants Weaving magic strands. Lord of the spear Welcome to our land Our hospitality for a god; Pray tell us where you’ve been Storyteller, wise one. (And the Raven God recounts many a saga) Under a roof of gold With the rainbow forever in sight Dwell warriors bold They taste the mead of the wind Always loud they sing: When in the sky Wild thunder strikes Thy ravens come again! “One eyed god, Father mighty of all, With swords upraised to the crystal dome Of a sky wherein thy ravens fly We’re so proud, so strong, forever free!” God of poets, God of magic From your breath the four winds blow From your eyes the eternal flame flows From your lips the oath of fire is sealed! “Woden, I am your true son and heed honor’s call! I fight for thee and in thy name shed blood and bane! Vidurr the destroyer – Master of havoc, unrivaled warrior! Hnikarr the inflamer – ride above the sea dragon slayer! Sigfodr, father of victory – Thine gifts I seek on the battlefield tonight! Yggr – Terror of Frankia and Eastern men, conquer all the world!” In this star enarmored night We raise our horns – salute the sky! When in the sky Wild thunder strikes Thy raven’s come again!