Cattle on the hillside
Primal Fire
Force of life
Awakening desire.

Ox of the forest,
Lord of the Wood.
Mighty is the hunter
who names his prey.

Thor's mighty Thorn,
Mjolner of Protection,
twining vines of misery,
in the hands of justice.

Gods mouth;
mighty Odin
spied runes 
for all of us.

The wagon rides o'er dusty roads 
bearing dreams and desires.
Spring bursts forth at hof & stead;
hilltops lit with fires.

At the opening of the torch
the Fire leaps into air.
Burning hope as well as hate
a new world beckons there.

X marks the spot they say,
where night turns into day.
Where a thorn is a thorn is a rose 
and a gift has come to stay.

Joy and peace and happiness
bound in here at rest.
Mjolner's token others say
as the final missing link.

Flat in the fields,
futile to fight.
Hailstone shape 
of heaven's fury.

Helper, marker, broken cross
Sign of pity and need.
Sign of holdoff and delay.
sign of patience, skill and deed.

Silent freezer faring forth,
mark well your far extent,
for soon you'll be retreating Summer,
without a trace of where you went.

12 times the Earth must circle round
in Sunnas holy stead.
Winter, Spring and Fall
New life springs from the dead.

Double hook of life and death
n'er allow the soul to rest 
in deep self pity or in doubt
take the chance as sun comes out.

Dice cup, caldron, deep desire,
Well of Wyrd, Muspell fire.
Fate and chance flung to the cloth
rolling all and take the loss.

Protection promised,
the elk grass grows 
where even giants
fear to tread.

Bolt of victory, goals achieved,
Sign and symbol of Troth.
Well we do to make this mark
on weapons that we need.

Dog of doom now holds your hand 
bound in fetters on the strand. 
Loosed one day to shake the world
then let fury be unfurled.

Birch Bark Goddess
of the night.
Life and death
as Natures right.

Horse and man, the two are twain 
Take to the world and home again.
Beast of burden and of pride 
So much more than just a ride.

Only humans have the sight
to know the gods, to know the right.
To see the truth where'er it lay,
to speak the spell and praise the day

Lake of fire and lake of ice,
so was it wrought anew. 
Womans sign and womans rune 
soft as morning dew.

Mark the signs as Ingvi flies
from the East across the skies.
New world sought and new world found
Spread before us all around

Sun wheel turns in frozen sky
day once more is passing by.
Giving way at last to night
always moving, always right.

Mark you well the boundaries
of property and runes.
Odins Eye; the final sight
round which all Life is strewn.