Odin, Allfather, lord of our Race Before thee we gather, our foes to face Thy knowledge and wisdom, we turn to in need The wyrd of thy kingdom; the strength of thy creed. Hail Odin! Allfather! Hail Odin! Allfather! The Forces of Darkness lie far over this land They seek to destroy us, to grind us to sand Outlandsih customs, an alien dream One world madness, a constant theme Hail Odin! Allfather! Hail Odin! Allfather! Our folklore and rituals, derided and scorned Yet the wheel is turning, a new age has dawned The shackles of ages are rusting away The alien’s creed, falls fast to decay Hail Odin! Allfather! Hail Odin! Allfather! Give us anew, thy strength and thy will To succour our kinfolk, refurbish our skill Proud and definat, we call forth thy name Allfather Odin, the truth we proclaim. Hail Odin! Allfather! Hail Odin! Allfather! Hail Odin! Allfather!