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Hail to UllR, son of Sif, glory of the gods!
Best of hunters, best of trackers, best of bow-men,
we ask your favor in this bitter season,
we ask your guidance as we seek our quarry,
we ask your wisdom as we make our way.
Grant us cunning, grant us vigor, grant us strength.
May our judgment be fine, our will firm, our wit quick.
We see you in the brilliant, shifting northern sky,
in shadows cast by thin-limbed trees, in days more dark
than light. We know you in fingers numbed, in hunger eased,
in hair made crisp with ice. UllR, god of the north,
god of the long winter, we welcome you. Hail UllR!
Best of hunters, best of trackers, best of bow-men,
we ask your favor in this bitter season,
we ask your guidance as we seek our quarry,
we ask your wisdom as we make our way.
Grant us cunning, grant us vigor, grant us strength.
May our judgment be fine, our will firm, our wit quick.
We see you in the brilliant, shifting northern sky,
in shadows cast by thin-limbed trees, in days more dark
than light. We know you in fingers numbed, in hunger eased,
in hair made crisp with ice. UllR, god of the north,
god of the long winter, we welcome you. Hail UllR!