Upon These Stones - Wodensthrone

Children of the crescent moon, your desert god is silent here*

His poisoned thoughts the teeth of Skoll that would extinguish the light of

Sigel

But this great land of forest and mountain pulses with a spirit of its own

And 'pon these rocks which aeons stood, are carved the names of forgotten gods

We cut the tongues from the mouths of false prophets and set to flame their

houses of deceit

Ing grant that the future remembers through bloodlines, and stories;

the past of our tribe

Tiw!

Thunor!

Woden!

These names are legend, yet we remember not

But there are some that shall not forget