Your blood flows in my veins
The spark of your lives' is within me
Faceless for so many years
But I catch glimpses in the mirror
I hear your voices in the wind
I hear your songs in the waters
I see your faces in the clouds
I only have to look and listen
So very long ago
You gave honors by the fires
When the mead was passed around
Your words they flowed
into the web of Wyrd
I hear your voices in the wind
I hear your songs in the waters
I see your faces in the clouds
I only have to look and listen
Wisdom of the Ancients
Painted on the stones
Forged within the fires
and carved upon the bones
Wisdom of the Ancients
Hidden in deep waters
Flow through the Web of Wyrd
Come to me