Mindstate74

In the forest, past the stones
Where the old gods walk alone
Lives a woman, wrapped in black
She sees forward, she sees back

They call her Völva, witch, seer
Men approach her filled with fear
She sits upon her sacred seat
Staff in hand, with wolfskin feet

Her eyes are white, her voice is low
She speaks of things you shouldn't know
The runes are scattered on the ground
And in their fall, your fate is found

Völva, Völva, read the signs
Show me what the Norns designed
Völva, Völva, cast the bones
Tell me secrets carved in stones

She knows your past, she knows your end
She knows the messages gods send
Völva, Völva, see my thread
Am I living? Am I dead?

She learned the magic Odin learned
Hanging from the tree, he earned
The wisdom of the runes so old
Their power worth more than gold

Fehu, Uruz, Thurisaz fall
Ansuz whispers, hears the call
Each symbol holds a world inside
Each one reveals what you must hide

Close your eyes, give me your hand
Let me read what fate has planned
The runes don't lie, the runes don't bend
They show the path, they show the end

Ek sé... Ek sé...
(I see... I see...)
Blood on snow
A broken oath
A ship with black sails
A woman weeping at the shore
The wolf is loose
The ravens circle
Your wyrd is woven
Cannot be broken


She drinks from ancient herbs and roots
She wears the fur of sacred wolves
In trance she travels to the realms
Where Hel and Freya hold the helms

She speaks with those who've gone before
She knocks upon the otherworld's door
The spirits answer when she calls
She walks between the ancient walls

Völva, Völva, read the signs
Show me what the Norns designed
Völva, Völva, cast the bones
Tell me secrets carved in stones

She knows your death, she knows your life
She knows your coming joy and strife
Völva, Völva, seer of fate
Some truths come far too late

A warrior came at winter's end
"Will I survive? Will I defend
My family, my land, my name?"
The Völva smiled, but not the same

She cast the runes upon the hide
Algiz reversed, Hagalaz beside
She looked at him with knowing eyes
"You'll be remembered. That's your prize."

The Völva sees what must be seen
She stands between what is and has been
You cannot change what runes foretell
But knowing helps... or is its own hell

Pay her well in silver, gold
For wisdom from the days of old
Then leave her in her sacred grove
Where only spirits freely rove


She sees...
She always sees...
The Völva knows...*
What the Norns have woven...
Your thread is spun...
Your fate is carved...

*(Windgeräusche, Knochenrasseln verblassen)*