O’ Terrible One,
Wandering wizard of old,
I call to you in my darkest hour.
Runes alight, riddles are told,
and my fortune lays before me; bold.
O’ Woden the Wanderer,
I follow your steps,
guiding me ever towards my death.
But with you by my side, I have no fear,
for I know, a Great God is near.

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