To hear the raven call by nightnTo catch a wolven howlnOdin waits amongst the treesnTo catch the seeker's soulnnFather of all, hear my wordsnSpoken from my heartnFeel the spirit's rising flamenMy keening words apartnnTo wait at night upon the dreamnTo seek a holy hournOdin hides beyond the gatenTo hear the seeker's prayernnFather of all, hear my wordsnSpoken from my heartnFeel the spirit's rising flamenMy keening words apartnnTo walk amongst the graves by daynTo call upon the lostnOdin whispers on the windnTo drown in the seeker's toastnnFather of all, hear my wordsnSpoken from my heartnFeel the spirit's rising flamenMy keening words apart