Song of the Norns

Gather at the Well

The lines are now unwound

Arrange them right and left

Arrange them up and down

 

First comes Urðr laying

the string She has at hand

The beginning strands of Wyrd

and destiny’s demand

 

Now comes Verðandi crossing

the tapestry of Fate

The strands of all potential

and all decisions’ state

 

Finally comes Skuld weaving

the end of every string

The doom of All who are

From God and rock and king

 

Gather at the Well

The lines are now here wound

Within the woven Wyrd

Do all Our Paths abound