I Remember / the ancient hills / the wind on my face / the will to power / the runes / the gods and goddesses / the eternal stories / the myths and their living truth / snow and ice against my raised hands in Might.
I Remember myself through all of that / I've been there / I Am / I always will Be.
I Remember that with firm inner quiet strenght of the eternal present / and I look at this madness of the modern world / that scream in its desperation for something Real / and do not even recognize that / just rushing forth like an insane hurricane / destroying itself / a tragic age.
I Remember the mysteries / breathing in and through them / I Remember and I embrace the Holy / raising the horn filled with the mead of the All-Father / and I open my mouth for the first time again / Purity in direct experience of Real! / I Remember! / Wassail!