Tell me, Nikar, thou must know

The fate of Gods and men

When to wield the spear and bow

What omens do you send



In my words take heed

On woeful foes to dwell

Fields of scattered ravens feed

The forceful Gram knows well



Bloodeagle carved

With a bone-biting sword

Song of the wielded

Howl the ravens chord



Many an omen men only knew

Good when swords are swung

Unfailing followers battle through

Dark ravens come along



Heavy weight the second weighs

Arrayed with rage of war

Good if you see two men in race

for victors ancient lore



Bloodeagle carved

With a bone-biting sword

Song of the wielded

Howl the ravens chord



Howl ravens come



A third thing: Good hearing , the howl of a wolf

Carried from an ashes boughs

Good if you first sight thine enemies

Triumph over broken brows



No man in battle, his face shall turn

Against the sister of the moon

Scattered on the battlefield the bleeding burn

Awoken as a victor soon