Hold me close, spirit Womb in which I find nourishment Signals were sent to me in a dream Berkano emerged, glowing and pulsing Nothing like it has ever come to me

Awake, my eyes were open Yet still I saw Beorc A merging of the physical plane And metaphysical arrangement I was astonished And heeded the call

What do I fear? Loss of control No tight grasp on my own thoughts Panic within Time that halts

Bjarkan Entomb me within your wisdom Shower me with your loving light That I may break through this fear And absorb your mystery

Berkano Sets upon me a harsh task If I wish to continue I must fight my shadows The darkness that creeps in

One thing I know I must die so I am anew in rebirth I am in the making Once upon smoldering ashes I rise up and flow out

Beorc, receive me, So that I may know your mystery!

The silence, welcomed with gooseflesh and sunlight Becomes heavy with anticipation of the day. Hail to Sunna, most bright! Hail to the Æsir! Hail to the Vanir! Hail to all those who came before me! A good morn' to all, and to all - may the Gods see you!