[3x3 bell strikes]
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
Or vordehaugen
(Vendum vendum)
Drog eg ordi
Leita songar
Upp or jordi
(Vendum vendum)
Dreiv på vindar
Vakre viser
Lagnadsdiser
Baud meg vitje
(Vendum vendum)
Baud meg sjå
Min eigen tråd
I Nornespå
(Vendum vendum)
Rend er veven
(Vendum vendum)
Med ørlogstrådar
(Vendum vendum)
Ramme rim
(Vendum vendum)
Magnar banda
(Vendum vendum)
Kvervelvindar
(Vendum vendum)
Hapt i hugar
(Vendum vendum)
Liv og lagnad
(Vendum vendum)
Ordi avlar
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
Såg du din fyrste dag
Drog fyrste andedrag
Der omkring stod nornar ni
Vinda vevja, vind til liv
Låg du der i favn åt mor
Knytta i ei navlesnor
Bytte den med ættarband
Liv og lagnad, i det spann
Møyer steig på ættarhaug
Dansa yver alv og draug
Vinden leiker, i møyer dreg
Vinden som vil fylgje deg
Nornar nie steig fram
Vov og bandt lagnad
For min unge, eg gåver baud
Så ingen vov med ilske; naud
Ved stokk ved stein ved trolletein
Spinn ei lagnad utan mein
Nornar nie, høyr meg!
Vord min veg
Før med lindrande hender
I lækjande fotspor
(Andar inn — Tankar svinn)
(Andar ut — Reidsle rinn)
(Kvart eit drag — Viljen veks)
(Hjarte sler — Vidt eg ser)
(Vind i hått)
Kom vind i hátt
(Vind i hugen)
Kom vind i hug
(I mitt mot)
Vilje som veks
(I min vilje)
I temjande vers
(Slepp det fri)
Kveikjer ein storm
(Lar det fara)
Den kveler sott og sorg
(Eg vert heil)
Du vert heil
(Eg er heil)
Du er heil
Eg vert heil
Eg er heil
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
(Vendum vendum)
No hev Nornar
(Vendum vendum)
Vevd si vise
(Vendum vendum)
Songen stillnar
(Vendum vendum)
Vinden med
(Vendum vendum)
Gåver gjevne
(Vendum vendum)
Til den som lytta
(Vendum vendum)
Her eg stende
(Vendum vendum)
I heilagt vé
(Vendum vendum)
Gamalt minne
(Vendum vendum)
Lemnar meg
(Vendum vendum)
Lemnar meg
(Vendum vendum)
Lemnar meg
[Translation]
**Song of the Spirit-weavers**
Turn turn
From the mound of my kin
I pulled up the words
Dug the songs
Up from the earth
Wondrous tunes
Rode the winds
Wardens of fate
Bid me visit
Bid me view
My own thread
In the web of Norns
The loom is set
With threats of fate
Mighty rhymes
Strengthen bonds
Whirlwinds
Bound into spirits
Life and fortune
Bred by their words
As you saw your first day
As you drew your first breath
Gathered around, stood nine Norns
They wound and weaved wind to life
There you laid in your mother’s arms
Bonded by a navel-chord
They switched it with a kind-thread
And into it spun, life and fortune
The maidens went upon the family-mound
Danced over elves and dead
The wind is pulling them playfully
It‘s this wind that shall follow you
Nine Norns – rise up
Wove and wound – fate
On behalf of my child, I offer gifts
So none are weaving with ill will
By stick, stone and sorcerous distaff
They spin your fate without ill intent
Nine Norns – hear me
Guard my path
And lead with alleviating hands
And in healing footsteps
Breathe in
Thoughts vanish
Breathe out
Release the fear
In every breath
The will grows
The heart pounds
I see wide and clear
Wind in memory
Wind in mind
In my courage
In my will
Let it free
Let it fly
I become whole/healed
I am whole/healed
Come wind in memory
Come wind in mind
Into the growing will
Into taming rhymes
It kindles a storm
That strangles illness and sorrow
You become whole/healed
You are whole/healed
I become whole/healed
I am whole/healed
Now, the Norns
Have weft their tune
Their song stills
And with it, the wind
Gifts were given
To those who listened
Here I stand
On holy grounds
And this old memory
Is leaving me