Summonsed by Our Sacred Nord geesten.
The Hour, The Door lightest of them all
heavy lids – feet of lead, Ne’er dread
stepping out, as in my youth, that place I was before!
Signets of The One Ring, that which rules them all.
Our Sacred Bond, Their Sacred Blood.
Seals of eternal eons, broken this hour, Parchments unfurled;
Deeds and Duties, Honour and Courage.
No Fear of these.
Spirits moving in The Trees,
Flesh-winged Guardians of The Night,
Messengers of Justice, that which must be;