Haze of hollowed ground
Has become a beacon of light
Witches of the wood
And the dreams fire in the tieds
We break the seal unbowed
And the runes cresen (?) the giant's skull
Cast the skies of old
The profound hidden deep and dead
Hymn the craft so ancient
Risen rites of coffin tombs
We bury the witching hour
To conjure among the few
Wonderer bring light among
To drink the shamans well
The seidr of the aesir
From the bottom of Yggdrasil