Another turn of the fate filled wheel.
Skuld please stay thy hand.
May thy weave be neat
Thy barley gleaned
And thy mead ferment so sweet.
Fires a light 'gainst winters night.
Oh keep us warm inside.
Verdandi be thou kind
Wilst cold thy children sleep so deep
To awake with mornings light.
Blessed be thy Urd twined threads
As we honor the Noble-dead
The ancestors rest at Odins breast
So be not filled with dread.
Now color thy skien a pleasnt hue
For thy earth bound wyrd is set.
Skuld please stay thy hand.
May thy weave be neat
Thy barley gleaned
And thy mead ferment so sweet.
Fires a light 'gainst winters night.
Oh keep us warm inside.
Verdandi be thou kind
Wilst cold thy children sleep so deep
To awake with mornings light.
Blessed be thy Urd twined threads
As we honor the Noble-dead
The ancestors rest at Odins breast
So be not filled with dread.
Now color thy skien a pleasnt hue
For thy earth bound wyrd is set.
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