Weh North
Wheels turning, the sun is high and dries the soil. Now
hopes are rising in the clan. Hard hunger, their number's
smaller than before. The search is coming to an end. Long
winters make them strong in will and flesh. But welcome
is the smell of spring. Wind whispers to the women and
the men. And tells them where to lay their hearts. Gods
gather, and bring fortune to us all. North rising, hear
the ravens and their call. Brave thunder, draw your
wealth down on this earth. Let the sun then guild the
seas. Great hunter, offer guidance, give us strength.
Under runes we all will dream. Seek answers, those of
faith will understand. Tree of life will still grow tall.
Move onward, when the time comes we will go. Rest with
all those gone before. Gods gather, and bring fortune to
us all. North rising, hear the ravens and their call.
