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From the leather bag, the staves I draw
To understand the sacred law
The carved wood falls on woolen cloth
To speak the truth and show the troth
My fingers trace the lines of red
Remembering words the Havamal said
Each piece of yew, a spirit, a sign
A branch from the world-ash, so divine
I clear my mind of doubt and fear
To make the ancient message clear
The patterns form, a sacred sight
Illuminated by the fire's light
I am listening to the runes
Beneath the silver of the moons
Their silent voices rise and fall
Answering when the Vitki call
Ansuz speaks of the god's own breath
Algiz shields from harm and death
Isa whispers, "stand and wait"
Dagaz opens a sunlit gate
Each symbol holds a key, a truth
From the first old man to the striving youth
The patterns form, a sacred sight
Illuminated by the fire's light
I am listening to the runes
Beneath the silver of the moons
Their silent voices rise and fall
Answering when the Vitki call
This is not a voice I hear outside
It is a deep and knowing guide
The wisdom of the stone and wood
Is now a part of my own blood
I am listening to the runes
Beneath the silver of the moons
Their silent voices rise and fall
Answering when the Vitki call
The staves have fallen
The truth is shown
The runes have spoken
The path is known