Tell me, Nikar, thou must know The fate of Gods and men When to wield the spear and bow What omens do you send In my words take heed On woeful foes to dwell Fields of scattered ravens feed The forceful Gram knows well Bloodeagle carved With a bone-biting sword Song of the wielded Howl the ravens chord Many an omen men only knew Good when swords are swung Unfailing followers battle through Dark ravens come along Heavy weight the second weighs Arrayed with rage of war Good if you see two men in race For victors ancient lore Bloodeagle carved With a bone-biting sword Song of the wielded Howl the ravens chord Howl ravens come A third thing: Good hearing, the howl of a wolf Carried from an ashes boughs Good if you first sight thine enemies Triumph over broken brows No man in battle, his face shall turn Against the sister of the moon Scattered on the battlefield the bleeding burn Awoken as a victor soon