Flight of Thought and Memory

The mourning self, center of all

The conqueror, weeping upon the throne

Seeing all, yet blind to the realm of dreams

Ruling all, yet deaf to the roars from within

A god of war assembling an army

A god of order, trembling in fear

The horse master breaches the branches

Riding as wisdom unfolds

The rune-wielder lurks in the shadows

Riding as the giants behold

The horse master breaches the branches

Riding as wisdom unfolds

The rune-wielder lurks in the shadows

Riding as the giants behold

A warrior's farewell to armors and spears

A shaman hangs from the gallows pole

Seeing all, close to the edge of reason

Ruling all, on wings above chasms of madness

An eye for the power and glory

An eye for the pain and despair

By the roots far below

The Old One spoke

At the core of the Earth

One shall seek

Eyes will be blinded

And truths will emerge

A flight for the thought

A flight for the memory

Du runer finn teikna og tydde stavar

(You find runes drawn and the meaning of staves)

Mykje store stavar, mykje sterke stavar

(Very mighty staves, very strong staves)

Som fimbul-tul farga og høge makter maksla

(Which the fimbul-tul coloured and high powers shaped)

Og Ragna-Ropt skar

(And Ragna-Ropt carved)

Veit du å riste dei? Veit du å råde dei?

(Do you know how to carve them? Council them?)

Veit du å farge dei? Veit duå freiste dei?

(Do you know how to tint them? Test them?)

Veit du til bøn dei? Veit du til blót dei?

(Do you know how to summon them? Surrender them?)

Veit du å sende dei? Veit du å slakte dei?

(Do you know how to send them? Stop them?)