Landvœttir by Osi and The Jupiter Lyrics

Weave of ash, roots of old tongue
To break of bread, a spirits call

Were bound to the will of the land
The spirits will hollow a path

Landvœttir
I gift to you, hollow runes
To harrow planes, guard my path
By friend or foe, tongue of old
To wonder night, a gift foresight
Landvœttir