Landvœttir - Osi and the Jupiter

Weave of ash, roots of old tongue

To break of bread, a spirits call

Were bound to the will of the land

The spirits will hollow a path

Landvœttir

I gift to you, hollow runes

To harrow planes, guard my path

By friend or foe, tongue of old

To wonder night, a gift foresight

Landvœttir