Hearing I ask / from the holy races
From Heimdall's sons / both high and low
Thou will it, Valfather / that I well relate
Old tales I remember / of men long ago

By mere-ways / I came without past
Sword salt-crusted / targe under waves
Daughter of sea / with far-seeing eyes
Storm-tossed to / holm of Hafnaross.

I speak now / of the runemaster
Svoldar the Wise / son of Rolf
Heaven-sent healer / Baldur-blessed
Stole me from / the iron sea

I speak now / of the skald
Bear-hearted Bjornulf / son of Ulfgar
Loved by women / admired by men
Granted a vision / by noble gods

I speak now/ of the lawgiver
Erland Shield-breaker / son of Ander
One who kens / the customs
Of ancient day / of ancient kin

I speak now / of the smith
Bjorn the Swift / son of Greyfell
Sighted and strong / in metal ways
Unhidden to he / the hidden worlds

Accursed serpent / pursuing swift
A great beast / and striking cliffs
To send the fortune / of Bolthar Jarl
Plunging perilous / to gnashing maw

The touch of raven / sent by Valfather
Against my back / an omen strong
Dark bird herald / of darker times
Strife comes on / white-peaked wave

Svoldar spaketh / "What comes
Upon the mist / and brings you?
What given name / do you carry?
By what name / the thing unseen?"

"Vedis," I spaketh / giving name
Gifted by visions / come with mist
"What mist brings / is nothing save
That which dwelt / here before."

Brave Bjornulf / with wiser eyes
Gazed upon / the ship of bone
No wood of men / crafted cunning
To dash upon / the deathly rocks

Svoldar bid / me follow him
We strode by / Hafnaross holds
To a great hall / the brother's seat
Once bolder still / than Bolthar Jarl

Cunning yet / did Bolthar plot
Of ways to ken / my mired mind
To find whence / I careless came
To ally mayhap / with the strong

When I stood / in Bolthar's hall
My eyes cleared / to see beyond
With sight gifted / by Valfather
A wyrd woven / for far-off kin

Brave Bolverk / eldest among
Sons of Bolvik / and brother
Of Bolthar Jarl / set forth
Upon the longest / of mere-roads

With him sailed / warriors bold
But wicked were / the iron waves
To pieces dashed / all their hopes
Cast them to rest / on cruel shore

I choked as they / pale on sand
Drenched dire / cold as death
But ere I sighed / I saw the vile
Beasts who came / from forest

They walked tall / like unto men
Yet ripped bold / Bolverk's brave
From shallows / and blighted shore
Toward the lairs / below dark pines

My breath turned / to their screams
For those hateful / nameless beasts
Devoured flesh / and cracked bone
Drank blood / and gristle snapped

When again I / saw Hafnaross
I told what / Valfather showed
And felt strong / those stirrings
Of the wyrd / the Nornir weave