Come Eastern
Come dawn
Come fathers and mothers
of high lineages
Come roosters into three worlds
Come all-father Odin
Come mother mine Frigg
Come wise vanir
Come ancient thurses
If seeds are fruits
sing that song
that once made life
The standing ash
is called Yggdrasill
eternally greened enthroned
above Urd's well
hear me all
sons of Heimdall
Stand up from your sleep
Give power to the root
sharp the oldest
of vipers that
gnaw from the ground
I pray to three norns
that you shall spin life
I pray to three norns
that you shall spin life
I pray to three norns
that you shall bind life
bind to the root
Aesir, norns
wise Vanir
thurse maidens
yearning valkyriur
elves, dwarfs
goddesses and witches
high protectors of
Yggdrasil