(by Kincade McComyn)

Know thou thy power, revel in its cost
For the comfort of sunlight, is the ice in the frost

Think thou thy death, runes of unmaking
Learn thou thy might, the lore of life taking

Saga of man, is measured in song
And the tale of example, not in right nor wrong

Think not on his widow, who weeps in the dark
Think not on his children, who naked and stark

Weep not for their father, who’s father is divine
Think only of Sig, and how Sig can be thine

Willst thou in battle, the boar for its sum
For the wolf or the bear, or the raven become

Deny Gods for Men, and destiny meet
Willst thou call on Woden, or stride to his seat