The Calling of the Grey Wanderer |
From the far, ancient lands, We call to you across mountain and forest, And the far, limitless grasslands, We call to you across distant time, And a hundred hundred slow turnings Of the vast spindle of the sky. We call to you in lands of mystery Where ravens wheel in darkling skies, And the far calling of wolves, Echoing eldritch through crisp night wind, Brings close the strange far worlds Where humankind never has trod. We call to you beyond the distant icy tundra And the vast plains of snow Beneath the unearthly rippling and flowing Of the dark northern skies’ boreal lights, To the golden gates of far Valhall Where the shimmering bridge of rainbow Links the dark Middle Earth of men With the shining realms of the Gods. Come to us now and be with us here, Great Odin! |