Gǣt

Old air
In the roots
Dark ground
Underfoot
The ring-path
Thick with before
Tread circles
Walk the past
Too long we've broken
The bones of our feast.

In water
There is truth
Strength of hand
The string-willed golem
Dark eye-door
The path unmade
The wyrd-well
Fell and sooth.

Thunder
Storm-song
Hel-song
Thunder
Stor­m-song
Hel-song
Truth
There is no truth
Truth
There is no truth

Thunder only seeking.

We are knife-treaders
Feet split by bladess
Culd unfolding
Like mountains.
Time bound by horns
Broke by their shaking.
We seek not the light
But the stars and
What lies beyond.

Thunor, take us
Break us with thunder
Crack our stones

In water
There is truthstrength of hand
The string-willed golem
Dark eye-door
The path unmade
The wyrd-well
Fell and sooth.

In old rutswe make new rites
Upon the sunless pathunformed fateawaits.

Thunder

Se Réodbeard ús mycele wisnesse forgildeþ
Þisse giefe þunore þanc gelimpen
Þisse áre, wé úre þrota bléteaþ
Ac Ginnendegæp úre worulde ongaþ
And se snaca-fetel fullheardor gebindeþ.

Us græf
Tréowenum cliferum
Us ýst
Gief tó orlegniðe rídan
Se Réodbeard ús mycele wisnesse forgildeþ.

Give us
Bellies full of stars
Gouge us
Black holes for eyes
Ús ascildest
Feormest úre ban
Ðæt mearg níwee
Þa strengþe ealde.

Wé, hring-dræfend, drýmenn, þone dracan oferfylgaþ
Ná þæt án wé úre gewilnesse bléteaþ
Ac éac swilce scilon his æsctír soðan
Þunor sceal þone wyrm ástýrfan
Þæt úre woruld wile boren.

Darkness
From our palms
Seeping betweenour teeth
We are the earthy
Our mate
You are the skyours
Join us in storm
Wreak earth with your seed.