Path of Wotan

I soar with memory and thought

Over the darken skies of a frozen mind

To seek the light of my purity

Where I run with wolves

Bound to honour, loyalty, will and truth

I run through autumns crisp mourning breath

Over the moist green hills

Of my ancestors lands

To seek the lines of my people

Back to the beginning

I find mighty mountains of ice and snow

Where cracks in stone tell old forgotten law

I hear the winds chant their wild songs

Of tooth and claw

Circling the pillar of irminsul

I wonder

The old wood forests of natures law

Beyond good and evil paths

To seek the wisdom of my roots

To call to the essence of aryan man

Father Odin hears my call.