RUNA - A Thousand Ancestors

Mountains bend,
Rivers quake; trees whisper secrets no one can take.
I walk in the shadow, I claim their name,
Forged in their fire, reborn in flame.
Rísa upp, fórn andar; blóð og styrkur lifir.
Úr myrkri, úr steini, bý ég á stíg.
Fires burn with the dark wind; scream echoes of battles run through the stream.
Not gone, not lost,