Through the reverberation of powerful drums,
I have begun to see the face of The First,
within the dancing flame of rite.

I see a time when we were young in this world,
walked among spirits,
and hunted alongside Ancestors ~
with fire and spear in hand.

The roots of ran deep even then,
but the age of gods had not yet come.
Thus I consume fire,
without burning cheek or tongue ~
so that I may remember,
What the world was like,
when the branches of Yggrasil were still young.

Who was I then?
A son with neither father,
nor mother?
Had I somone I called sister,
or perhaps brother?

Was I The First?
or simply, Grey-Hunter.


About Fredrik Kayser

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