A strengthening chancel that keeps the spirit alive
That survives all the vagaries of the Norns
A power that triumphs over all enemies
It slumbers in your bloodlines, but remains there
A vase of nature, the bare frame of the soul
A sensation from the past, inherited from being an ancestor
A abundantly flowing strength, as old as time itself
An immortal energy, which in nature thrives
In every living rapids and seas, in every mighty oak and sturdy fir
Still it breathes, calm and strong
But an awake mind sees and hears, how the beautiful shalamine
In glomska it lies, but gives generously when you are ready to receive
Ready to awaken your spirit to life
Its call is unfathomable, eternal and open to all who carried it within
Do not let it sleep forever!
Know its return, like something missing
A part of who you are, a call from your blood
Know your heritage, and how the soul of the North flows through your veins
One fatal are we as the primal power remembers
Eternally strengthened by a flame that never goes out
The world is shrouded in darkness
But the north star leads us to the battle on Vigrid's slat