Praise to the Blood-Moon Mani Mundilfari!
You see us in our suffering, our joy, and our grief
In the quiet times, the loud times
The midst of Nött’s dance
You see us in our raging, our fury, our love
In the boisterous times, the soothing times
The steps we dance behind Her
You come o’er our heads tonight
Tinged with blood and Full
Your Charge glides graceful, dancing with Darkness
We mark Your dance, Your passage
Pour out offerings, words and drink
For You, Bright, Bloody, Glorious Mani!
Tonight, as You look upon us, millions look back to You
Some with tears, others wonder
Silence and prayer alike are spoken to Your Presence
Thank You for Your toil, O Bright One
For Your tireless Charge, the Tide and Turning,
Hail the Bright Moon, the Bloody Moon, O Mani Mundilfari!