1 Runes

The moon is full and the time is right.

The ritual begins in the dead of night.

The vitki now stands before the altar.

The forest is dark, but he won't faltar.

The incantations he now speaks.

The alfather's wisdom he shall seek.

The rune's are carved upon the stones.

The symbols reveal what the gods all know.

The hand takes them and throws them to the ground.

The raven calls out with a solemn sound.

The truth is revealed under the fire's light.

The runes reveal a challenge tonight.

The alfather's raven descends from the trees.

The vitki is surprised, as the messenger he sees.

The bird speaks with a solemn voice.

The vitki is given a difficult choice.

The first choice is to walk out into the dead of night.

The shadows shall reveal a divine insight.

The second choice is to run along home.

The tribe is safe, where danger never roams.

The vitki must choose between comfort or change.

The forest is home to the dark and the strange.

The vitki asks if he has time to think.

The raven points to the parchment's ink.

The ink is running, the sacred words fade.

The window of opportunity is just the same way.

The vitki must choose quickly, the raven needs to know.

The path is set, but shall he choose to go?

The raven states that the alfather has spoken.

The oath must be made, and his word never broken.

The vitki has considered and has made his choice.

The quest is selected, his will has been voiced.

The vitki stands before the brilliant fire,

The light is snuffed out, for darkness is desired.

The vitki walks out into the dead of night.

The quest has begun for spiritual sight.

The raven calls out with a solemn cry.

The messenger lifts and flies into the sky.

The wisdom is found in shadow's abroad.

The seekers of truth follow the raven god.

The fearful shall not suffer his wrath.

The knowledge is found upon the runic path.