Old air
in the roots
dark ground

underfoot
the ring-path
thick with before.

Tread circles
walk the past
too long we've broken

the bones of our feast.

In water

there is truth
strength of hand
the string-willed golem

dark eye-door
the path unmade
the wyrd-well

fell and sooth.

Thunder

storm-song
Hel-song
thunder

stor­m-song
Hel-song
Truth

there is no truth
truth
there is no truth


Thunder only seeking.


We are knife-treaders
feet split by bladesS
culd unfolding

like mountains.
Time bound by horns
broke by their shaking.

We seek not the light
but the stars and
what lies beyond.


Thunor, take us
break us with thunder

crack our stones

In water

there is truthstrength of hand
the string-willed golem
dark eye-door

the path unmade
the wyrd-well
fell and sooth.


In old rutswe make new rites
Upon the sunless pathunformed fateawaits.


Thunder


Se Réodbeard ús mycele wisnesse forgildeþ
þisse giefe þunore þanc gelimpen.
þisse áre, wé úre þrota bléteaþ

ac Ginnendegæp úre worulde ongaþ
and se snaca-fetel fullheardor gebindeþ.


Us græf
tréowenum cliferum
us ýst

gief tó orlegniðe rídan

Se Réodbeard ús mycele wisnesse forgildeþ


Give us
bellies full of stars

gouge us
black holes for eyes
ús ascildest
feormest úre ban
ðæt mearg níwee

þa strengþe ealde

Wé, hring-dræfend, drýmenn, þone dracan oferfylgaþ
Ná þæt án wé úre gewilnesse bléteaþ
ac éac swilce scilon his æsctír soðan.

þunor sceal þone wyrm ástýrfan
þæt úre woruld wile boren.

Darkness
from our palms

seeping betweenour teeth
we are the earthy
our mate
you are the skyours
join us in storm

wreak earth with your seed