I broke off a branch of rowan-tree
And sensed the sign of an approaching gale
I drank the Ukko's chalice
And summoned the spirits of storm
At the crown of the mythic world
I raised my Galdr
Forceful rapids, the infinite sea
Echoing between the hilltops
Endless thirst for wisdom
For water of the fountain black
I shall carve silver from wood
On stormcircle, burning, flaming blue
A journey through a lifetime
On luckless lands of north
Answers hidden by the winters veil
Destiny's driven, forgotten, forlorn
Just tears of silver upon the water of deepest black
Longing for a new spring
When the olden shant, shall in circles echo mighty once 
more
”Noskaat norosta myrskyn henget,
Hiekasta hevosväkit,
Miekkamiehet liettehestä...”
In the center of the sky