Ok Nefna Tysbar Ty

Branches as high as vigilant eye could see, Magic runes, once scratched into this tree. An old man sat down at this mighty oak, Every morning, day by day... And he closed his eyes While a gasp blew through its leaves... And he began to speak... Land

Mounted men, with axe and shield on their ride through shallow field See your sons oh Vanadis Light my ways oh Manalihs... Freyas Val Woutans half Oaken woods as dark as night Home of those of heathen pride Grant me strength oh Asynja Be my guide oh

Far away beyond the horizon, Above the shadows of the horses hoofs, A maiden behind a golden shield In a chariot rides across the sky. Two ravens are above us, A long forgotten tale, How it is to reach the utter hail And the eyes of a Valkyrjur cares