Fields glazed with frost, the one spear is thrust
The gauntlet has been laid, the guest of the armies is paid
Quelling foes with gusts, a wind among the dust
Inflamed by symbols they slayed, inviolate forests they saved
Inscription in metal, keep the gods alive
Inscription in metal, ancient runes survive
In axe hilts and in blades, the hidden force remains
Preserving ancient ways, preventing end of days
Revealed in wood and bone, the symbols will enthrone
Carven and engraved, the symbols of the staves
Thurisaz gleaming in metal
Tiwas, Isa in bone
Othala guard of the temple
On the shield, Uruz enthrone