Algiz

Among the leaves of the ash
There stand four
Where hence fall the rivers
From stags horn
And within the water
The elk-sedge grows
With a touch so simple
Blood of severed hands flow
And as waters rise tall, there looking down are four harts of valhal
And within the waters below, there we remain drifting
Lost in the wandering current
And as worlds go by
There stand four
And among the leaves
Remain watchful eyes
And within the water
The elk-sedge grows
With a touch so simple
Blood of severed hands flow