[rhythmic druidic chant] [Intro ] Cloak flows heavy, wind won't settle, Staff taps earth, rhythm's the metal. Eyes blaze storm, ancient and fickle, Wodan’s here, his words a sickle. [Verse 1] Feathers in his hat, stormclouds for a crown, Runes in his pocket, whispers all around. One-eyed vision cuts through the sound, Paths untangled, but chaos bound. Raven at his shoulder, talons on the wood, Memory and Thought—knowledge understood. Wolf at his heel, shadow of the hood, The forest breathes secrets, darker than it should. [Chorus] Wodan wanders, steps unseen, Through the mist, where the worlds convene. One for the question, two for the keen, Answers scattered where the gods convene. Wodan wanders, the veil gets thin Where the stories end, the myths begin Wodan wanders, a path unseen Threads of fate twist through the evergreen [Flute solo accompanied by druidic chant] [Verse 2] Boots kiss gravel, thunder in his tread, Leaves swirl wild, words of the dead. Elder tree leans, whispers what it said, "Seek the well, where wisdom’s fed." The gallows loom, roots twist tight, Nine nights hung, reborn in the rite. Blood drips slow, moon sheds its light, The cycle eternal, day births night. [Prechorus] Flutes trill sharp, a spellbound tune, Runes hum deep, carved under the moon. The staff strikes sparks, rhythms commune, Fate's threads weave, spinning too soon. [Chorus] Wodan wanders, steps unseen, Through the mist, where the worlds convene. One for the question, two for the keen, Answers scattered where the gods convene. [Outro] Boots press moss, the forest hums low Druids chant hymns where the cold winds blow An axe on his hip, ancient iron in its prime Splits the air with the weight of the primeval rhyme
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