Árguð Lord of Plenty You guide my hand, Teaching me a masculinity that is soft, Fertile like the grain you bless, Fickle, flitting in the...

Weaving the web, Strand after strand, The shapes take form, Rooting in our souls, Filling it with life, Weaving our Wyrd, Our Fate, O’...

Wrapped around Midgard, Encircling the entire world, Your scales shift beneath the waves, Unseen, all-knowing, Fated to fall at Ragnarok,...