Runes in the Mud (The Divination)

Kneeling down in the blackest clay

To see the signs of a dying day

Twenty-four stones carved in the night

Falling like teeth in the dim firelight

I cast the wood, I read the stain

The language of gods written in rain

The earth is shifting, the truth is cold

A story of ash starting to unfold

Runes in the mud, writing the way

Shadows of tomorrow born in today

Tell me the fate, tell me the end

Where the spirit breaks and the runes bend

One for the mountain, one for the grave

One for the master and one for the slave

I see the thread, I see the knot

The Norns are laughing at what they have bought

The signs are bleeding into the dirt

Bringing the wisdom, bringing the hurt

I see the ashes

I see the bone

The future is written

Runes in the mud, writing the way

Shadows of tomorrow born in today

Tell me the fate, tell me the end

Where the spirit breaks and the runes bend

It is decided