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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