Isaz

Iceold, wisecold
Like your hearts was the realm before time
Tha var hann medh hrimthursum
The one who betrayed, the one that we hate
He tried to weaken our lands
with his pain aglow
But hear me brethren:
I see us rising, freezing.

The wolf will swallow the sun
And the daughter in her womb
The moon will be retorn from the skies
Stars will fall
Earth will rive and Upheaven
Time of axes, time of shields
The storm of our hate
will stiffen it all.

Thurisaz we are
From the edge of the nine worlds we reign
A distant memory of our balanced domain
That shall be risen, rebuilt again.

With his flaming sword he will ride from the past
Burning the worlds of men and gods
A darkening arson, leaving but cold
The dragon he flies, biting that eye
Wisecold, iceold
Our shadow will fill the night
And those still alive will hide as thralls
To the fear of the might of our evil.

Thurisaz we are
We roamed the dark before both Van and Dis
The woods will burn and the oceans will freeze
And all the living, growing, breathing will moulder to cease.