I am Vitki,
I walk in the footsteps of my fathers, fathers.
A stranger in a strange land,
Odin spoke, I listened.
From a vision,
To a word,
To a deed,
So the path was begun.
Given to the Gods, Aslog I became,
I walked a long and lonely path,
Guided by the vision,
My spirit reawakened.
Troubled years I had,
Myself looking for myself,
My staff impaled in the earth,
Myself I walked away from.
To drink at Mimir’s spring I sought,
One draught I drank,
Knowledge won,
A sacrifice given.
(The Vitki)
The Vitki 