Wolves at my feet,
ravens above,
rivers threading though pillars of stone.
father, are you there?
the sun beats down in light,
and the moon chills me in dark.
mother, are you there?
they have betrayed me.
they have scourged me and
seek to murder me for their greater good.
they imprison me for my own good
they burned my staff.
they cursed my magic.
they tied me up and whipped me
promising worse if i did not convert.
mother i beseech you.
your beauty, your love, your purity.
father i implore you.
your strength, your wisdom, your courage.
protect me from the ignorance.
show me path that will light my way.
inspire me with your mystic song.
tell me the stories again, of where our devotion arrived.
earth, hold me gently in the long nights while i sleep protected.
air, blow through my hair, cleanse me with each breath.
fire, burn bright, and warm me in the chill of evening.
water, flow sweetly, that i might be renewed with each sip.
here i am energy, here i am power.
flows within me, the blood of a valkerie.
chosen am i, to wield a mighty weapon,
to lead a warrior's path.
With the blessed ravens above me,
and the blessed wolves at my feet.