Rind of the Earth Lyrics

We sat gathered round the cairn,
Dressed in dark hides and frozen grey eyes
Etching names onto stones
And casting them to the flames
Our hammers raised in triumph
Of Spring’s fine blade
That peeled the rind of winter
And sliced the hand of death
Ragged, we who stood there
That morning of bloom and birth
Gave offerings to Idun
And journeyed home again
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It crossed all Europe like a mystic road,
Or as the spirits' pathway lieth on the night. And I heard a voice crying
This is the path of glory.