ancient sunsets I breathe in the wind and the trees I once had the girl and the hillsides And a fighting family I loved my family And my sword. I think
In drinking spirits, the ancestors sing many songs, of which this is one.... This is a story of what we often call warriors Where I've gone now I have
Sittaen aet symbel Come brothers and maids' 'We drink! To Woden, for victory, To Njord and Freo For the qualities of ice and gold.' 'We drink!' 'Sittaen Aet Symbel
bones behind. Woden... Thunor.... Tiu..... Freo Hail them.... Wassail!!! We're here, your there, In here, in there, Come here, we're there In here, we
all aspects of my heathen soul Your many names are within me to be called You inspire me and unbind my threads Walked through death and back again.
once did this Scuffing through groves That whisper old songs And riddles to solve We longed for the mead hall The symbel and boast To walk and crackle
gods of before In our lives shallow breathing I and I and us. I pick up the spear that our Ancestor has thrown Clean it of its darkness Ignorance and corruption And
The staves tell a tale Of what was once And what is now And what could be And what could be Gifu is the gift I aspire to give To drink from fountains
[I A Fire Burns In Readiment In The Solemn Hall] [II A Chant To Woden] [III The Voices Of Battle Are Summoned - It Is Time To Push Forward...]