Hail to Odin, rune-master, wisdom-seeker,
grey-clad traveler, far-seeing schemer,
always searching, always pursuing,
always one step ahead of the foe.
Master of the hunt, leader of the dead
on their long night's journey; the darkness,
the bitter cold, they drive us inside,
away from your path. The screaming,
battering, bone-chilling winds reveal your course;
the storm's white wall, thick and clinging,
hides your trail. Odin, guide of that fearful
host, keep your charges far from our door,
keep us safe, form and spirit, through this black night.
Hail to Odin! Hail to the wanderer!
grey-clad traveler, far-seeing schemer,
always searching, always pursuing,
always one step ahead of the foe.
Master of the hunt, leader of the dead
on their long night's journey; the darkness,
the bitter cold, they drive us inside,
away from your path. The screaming,
battering, bone-chilling winds reveal your course;
the storm's white wall, thick and clinging,
hides your trail. Odin, guide of that fearful
host, keep your charges far from our door,
keep us safe, form and spirit, through this black night.
Hail to Odin! Hail to the wanderer!