Hail to the Mistress of the Red Road

Who knows the threads of time hidden in its mysteries,

Who dances the double helix,

Who sings the secrets of the blood.

Hail to the Watcher of the Family Tree

Who instructs the Disir, the Kinfylgja,

The souls who must learn to look down that road

And watch over their future kin.

Hail to the Hagia of the Northern Mountains,

Elder generation of the Children of Ymir,

Silver-haired wolf-lover, dog-lover,

Who sleeps in the snowbound cave,

Who knows the ragged boundary between wild and tame.

Hail to the Blood-Hound Goddess

Who ferrets out the curses, the diseases,

Who can twist the bloodline into a tighter strand.

Lady who runs our lineage through your fingers,

Help us to breed a kinder, better world.