Embodying the Runes

The stave is not on stone or wood

It is in bone, and heart, and blood

I do not listen, I become

The rune song sung on a war drum

My feet are roots, my arms are horns

The primal strength of the aurochs born

I draw the posture, hold the form

To stand against the coming storm

I breathe the galdr, a rising fire

Fulfilling the rune's deep desire

I am the rune, the rune is me

A living glyph for all to see

This is the carving on the soul

To make the shattered spirit whole

My knuckles white, a fist of stone

The giant's thorn on a field of bone

I stand defiant, sharp and stark

A focused anger in the dark

I breathe the galdr, a rising fire

Fulfilling the rune's deep desire

I am the rune, the rune is me

A living glyph for all to see

This is the carving on the soul

To make the shattered spirit whole

Fehu's fire in my breath

Ansuz's wisdom, defying death

The symbols live inside my veins

Washed and born in primal rains

I am the rune, the rune is me

A living glyph for all to see!

This is the carving on the soul

To make the shattered spirit whole!

I am the rune

The Rune is Me