Fe is a fire, and fuel of desire,
Light as a feather, heavy as iron.
Ur is one’s power, endurance and might,
Primal aggression, and fuel for the fight.
Thurs are the remnants, more ancient than gods,
Raising creations, from their dead bodies.
Oss is the old one, more wise than the rest,
Slayer of Ymir, bestower of breath.
Reid is a wheel, steering your journey,
Safely through hardship, and whole to the end.
Kaun is the burning, when agony strikes,
A fetter of flames, a road of fire.
Hagal can curse you, and others as well,
The powers of change, that nothing can quell.
Naud is the lesson, teacher of spirit
Cross of the heathen, step of the ladder.
Is moves with patience, over the landscape,
Silent destruction, focusing the mind.
Ar is the reaping, gold in the meadow,
Fat on the cattle, food in the kettle.
Sol rising higher, holiest fire,
Priest up in heaven, divine transformer.
Tyr follows battle, invoked during war,
Carved on the sword hilt, warrior idol.
Bjarkan is fragrant, a beautiful wood,
A bridge from the Earth, to those under root.
Madr is mortal, observer of time,
Conscious creation, subjective divine.
Lagu is life-force, connecting the lands,
Carry us forward, towards destinies sands.
Yr is a poison, that also can heal,
A force of tension, projection of fate.