In silence I stand alone The creed of iron emerging I walk in a circle to the north East, south and west With the hallowing hammer held high I recite ancient works My mind consecrates, sign of the hammer forms Banishing all influences unholy and impure My will to the just service of Wotan Ancient god of my people I light the sacred fires, hear thee this day I pay tribute to you, and the high ones Of the Aesir and the Vanir Let knowledge of our blood be clearly known Fire of cleaning, and creation Embraced by the eternal mysteries Through thy symbols eternal I summon thee now Wisdom and counsel I seek My ancestors gather around me My ceremonial drum beats stronger The evergreen spring I touch I receive blessings from Thor Randomly runes appear to guide and protect Hail the Norns, I feel the blessing of Frigga I give honour to my fathers and mothers I hail my brothers and sisters I embrace my sons and daughters Drinking from the horn of strength My sword held high to the sky I give honour to thee not as many but as one United in a kindred spirit of our folk