1. GAET

Old air / in the roots / dark ground / underfoot / the ring-path / thick with before.
Tread circles / walk the past / too long we've broken / the bones of our feast.

In water/there is truth / strength of hand / the string willed golem
dark eye-door / the path unmade / the wyrd-well / fell and sooth.

Thunder / storm-song / Hel-song / thunder / storm-song / Hel-song
Truth / there is no truth / truth / there is no truth

Thunder...
Only seeking.

We are knife-treaders / feet split by blades / Sculd unfolding / like mountains.
Time bound by horns / broke by their shaking.
We seek not the light / but the stars and / what lies beyond.

Thunor, take us / break us with thunder / crack our stones

In water/there is truth/strength of hand / the string-willed golem
dark eye-door / the path unmade / the wyrd-well / fell and sooth.

In old ruts / we make new rites / Upon the sunless path / unformed fate/awaits.

Thunder...

Se Réodbeard ús mycele wisnesse forgildeþ / þisse giefe þunore þanc gelimpen.
þisse áre, wé úre þrota bléteaþ / ac Ginnendegæp úre worulde ongaþ
and se snaca-fetel fullheardor gebindeþ.

Us græf/tréowenum cliferum / us ýst / gief tó orlegniðe rídan

Se Réodbeard ús mycele wisnesse forgildeþ...

Give us / bellies full of stars/gouge us / black holes for eyes
Us ascildest / feormest úre ban/ðæt mearg níwee / þa strengþe ealde

Wé, hring-dræfend, drýmenn, þone dracan oferfylgaþ
Ná þæt án wé úre gewilnesse bléteaþ / ac éac swilce scilon his æsctír soðan.
þunor sceal þone wyrm ástýrfan/þæt úre woruld wile boren.

Darkness / from our palms / seeping between / our teeth
We are the earth / your mate / you are the sky / ours
Join us in storm / wreak earth with your seed


2. ËOLE

Moonfed this moss, sky-torched our trail / a soothspell of caves, at season's end we seek you
for we are all Pagan, children of cinder / eaters of seed, walkers of wheels.

Now stir earth with eve-light, rebirth spun by song
step soft into the cave, with the gifts we once gave
for we are all Pagan, reavers of winter / reapers of rite, sowers of spring.

Hear us ! Hear us ! Hear us ! Hear us ! Hretha !

Blood burns like balefire, a torch tapped from palms.
For a year spring lived in our veins, till end meets beginning again.

Moonfed this moss, sky-torched our trail / a soothspell of caves, at season's end we seek you
For we are all Pagan, children of cinder / eaters of seed, walkers of wheels.

Hretha !

Hands hilled with the bones of her last meal / mouth open for the first.
Squeeze palm-weeping upon her tongue / grant goddess the grave-gift.

Her teeth ruddy / her teeth ruddy / her teeth ruddy with our red

Elkling calf with green eyes, she holds its sapling stare
she nurses it on snow-nectar, our palm-blood from her breast.

Bone to bloom, fast to feast/bone to bloom, fast to feast

Séo eftborenu gydenu ástýraþ of hire hrúse-hreðer
Læfað wæccendeu héo æt hire fót-galdor
þa treowu scíedeaþ hire snáw-scinn
þa bán-mónþas beoð fullpungenan

Rén-snaca, hire blód yðgaþ / swá swá se tagl-etere forgnægeþ
Eorðmægen, swá swá þæt holmmægen hwileð
Tó foldan tumbað, þæm tó wolcne astigeþ

In spring, she seeks pastures for her elkling
fiddlehead and field for fodder / berries, bones and birch bark.

Rén-snaca, hire blód yðgaþ...

At summer's end, foothills and forests/the elkling feasts upon mist.
Autumn comes / two months of blood in a smoky hall
A meat-gorge before the end / elk-bones at her feet.

þa se Geóla / þa se forst / þa þá giclas / and hire slæpig andwlita biþ freórig eolhblóde
Wé híe bringaþ tó þæm cofan


3. CATTE

Caught/in star-leaves / we spin / forever / unseen unfolding
before the still/waters of our eyes

Losað ! / Séo hulu ! / Ðe we treddað ure bréaðe fét / holu
Næfað þone wyrtwalan / béoð hamleasu
ðæt átorcynn bið áiteende ure worulde onweg.

Bind us / in ice / sap-frozen resting / our feet / stretch to the depthless
reaches of wisdom / they stretch/they fall short.

We turn/we hide / we turn/and we hide / from all / we once
knew and lost / and all we might ever know
eat ice and freeze your eyes / will we never/look to the sky ?
Remember / the taste of the soil ?
Crack your eyes / thaw your mind / swallow the earth / grip the sky.

Sound the horn / shatter the earth of our eyes / light a fire in our skull
Feed us to Yggdrasil.

Bind us...

Geredende / Twifyrelende

We þæt tréow læfaþ / Ure mód śiwe mid wyrttruman
We forstælon þa steorran, þa éaran fylledon mid mihte þuneras,

Ure wamba fylledon mid sædum / We treddaþ, úpáwenda folma
Endeléaslice sagan / into ure banum græfaþ ungedállice rúnstafas.

We þæt tréow læfaþ...


4. HRAEFNE

Lung-deep well, feeder of the tree / the Wyrd, weaving from the seep
climbing up the roots, through Nifolham we seek / the fog-eyed Drymenn of the hunt.

We come from the mountains, rain in our hair / the earth has claimed us, naked and bare
long the mossy path has guided us home/the ravens' croak overhead, the green-ocean's foam.

On Sleipnir's stolen back, we drive far into the wood / hear the cry of our bones
We have come to wake the world with our screams / Woden, take our kill.

We come from the mountains, rain in our hair/the earth has claimed us, naked and bare.
Lo, the mossy path has guided us home/the ravens' croak overhead, the green-ocean's moan.

We, moldweg / þone willað / úre eardlufe bedælað
Siððan wintera iú / ond wé, þonan / wód prútlíce
Ofer lyfta gebind/hwær wé, feor oððe neah/þeah þæm beorhtan æsce
Findað mihte / þe, in Esangearde / þone wildene fyrnwitan.

Logs of ice, snarling mouth of flame / with mist we craft, in mist we wreak our game.
Lend us your tooth to carve into the gloaming
Tree-deep the spear thrust into our hungry roaming.

We come from the mountains, rain in our hair / the earth has claimed us, naked and bare.
Lo, the mossy path has guided us home / the ravens' croak overhead, the green-ocean's moan.

Woden ! Hyge ! Myne ! Woden !