I soar with memory and thought
Over the darken skies of a frozen mind
To seek the light of my purity
Where I run with wolves
Bound to honour, loyalty, will and truth
I run through autumns crisp mourning breath
Over the moist green hills
Of my ancestors lands
To seek the lines of my people
Back to the beginning
I find mighty mountains of ice and snow
Where cracks in stone tell old forgotten law
I hear the winds chant their wild songs
Of tooth and claw
Circling the pillar of irminsul
I wonder
The old wood forests of natures law
Beyond good and evil paths
To seek the wisdom of my roots
To call to the essence of aryan man
Father Odin hears my call.
