relaxedHere's the prayer for tonight's rite:
On an island in the sea,
Within a sacred grove,
Your wagon awaits your ascension.
As the cows pull you forth,
War ends, swords are sheathed.
Quiet descends.
Nerthus, you move among us
Bathed in our joy for you.
Know our presence as we know yours.
Nerthus, accept our sacrifice.
