Ginugahelija hagala wiju bi gaia (I invoke hail into this spear) The shaft of this spear has been marked with runes To invoke a raging storm of hail It is marked with the sign of the Sun and the Moon And shall grant us the force to prevail I am Erilaz, War-Chief of Gothic blood And I chant to cleanse my tribe of fear For in honor of Wotan the Warrior God I hurle the the chieftains spear I bid thee Wotan recieve the souls Of my valiant tribesmen slain Where the iron meet bone and where heads doth roll And the fire-arrows rain Keep thy watchful eye of the brethren of mine And let victory adorn our fate For my life is thine, and my spear is thine As judgement doth await I summon death I summon fire I summon Tiwaz for his ire Let the jangle of the scramsax be the only sound I hear I summon hail I summon thunder Until our foe is torn asunder Ek Erilaz, muha haite- the one who throws the spear I were no armor upon my chest Nor do I hide behind a shield For Wotan watches from the highest crest Upon this battle-field I shall slay and burn and slay again Until the burning of Rome I fear not death, I fear not pain I am already home