With the innocence of a child,
I saw the runes and understood,
I saw them sent,
From a word to a deed.
Burned into my soul,
Sleeping a restless sleep,
Till the dawn then awakened,
And teacher was their name.
The Wyrd carried me,
Orlog guided me,
Runes were my sails,
The old ones the wind.
Of Æsir I learned,
Of Alfar I learned,
Of Dvergar I learned,
Of Jötnar I learned.
(The Vitki)
The Vitki 