Pantheon - Eigi Einhamir

Through the vast mountain with unlit sky above with dagger and spear in habd. Relentlessly I sesrch on my hunt for Ulfr. How the skin shall be mine this night as I come upon my prey and hear the howl of breaking moonlight. As my spear thrust through the jaw, stuck with thunder might, death shall recieve the beasts reward. With my horn and mead I pour the blood of wolf and drink to commence the flesh carving with poignard and stone until the bare bone. Drying the skin to adorn my flesh the can ritual can be complete as I pace widdershins to transform into skoggangr berserker. For Hamrammr is now upon me I shalt be of one skin. Faring forth in the shape of Ulfr, battle shall be met feeling devoid of pain and my unmerciful slaying shall be relentless in rabid frenzy-Not of one skin. Frothing at the mouth we are the wolves of everlasting kreig on Christian scum and house of false lords. We lift our hind legs to mark our territory upon them and their useless god-Not of one skin. Eigi Einhamir...