Guide me northward.

Seduced by forest call,
the northward route, which balanced scales.
Mountain wind breaks through skies,
Land divides, light and dark rule tales.
Step in worlds of old.

Sound of pure stains the air,
fair notes seize imagination.
Fear engulfs smallest hearts,
As vaettir show souls narration.
Remnants of the past.

Hammer of the lightning,
as thunder strikes the anxious day.
Wrath of old, glorified,
splitting ground as sorrow stains gray.
Ancient gods arise.

Rule of old restored,
place of the worlds, beyond the veil.
Truth behold, makers sighs,
justice exacted, on minds frail.
Eying man in full.

Odin’s son, rightful throne,
Sceptre closed portal of times.
Hands are pulled from the world,
Blossom humanity to prime.
On our own, once more.

Northern earth kisses sky,
where woods and mountains paint the land.
Fjords, they loom at the shore,
Guides of the seas, the helping hands.
Northward route, eyed by gods.

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