Fare the Road Forgotten
Fare the road forgotten, gang ye again to Thing:
The end is near for the age when Tyr was hushed by cross and blade,
When Heimdall's holy kindred was scattered 'pon the winds,
The age when Wyrd was dealing woe to both the Gods and men.
Fare the road forgotten, gang ye again to Thing:
The over-growing briars there outside do keep the wolves,
But narrow the road is winding, and steep the road afore,
And trolls who lay in waiting rarely see the likes of men.
Fare the road forgotten, gang ye again to Thing:
The hoary ghosts of heathens past do haunt that holy hof,
They ward the heathen hero, who's boldly riding on,
Though friends be few and outlaws rule the wild way ahead.
Fare the road forgotten, gang ye again to Thing:
The weoh-stone lays hooded 'neath a moss and lichen beard,
Green grass grows between the stones, where should be sacred fire,
And where should dance the maidens fair, are only milk-white bones.
Fare the road forgotten, gang ye again to Thing:
Dally not, be daunted not, though teased with taunts and calls,
Though foemen fall on every side and block the way afore,
The Gods await when the brave and bold unhindered do become.
Fare the road forgotten, gang ye again to Thing:
Hail the Aesir! Hail the Vanir! Hail the Fallen Ones!
Hail the Heathens who beat the path to the Gods' forsaken door,
And sing the songs of elder times like silence never was!
Fare the road forgotten, gang ye again to Thing.
We shall sing the songs of elder times like silence never was!
