FOLLOE THYGE THEIN FEMNE FIER

Vorth rynge offred whyldt riel. In Sheil reddes motte the covvres blindt.

Tier the relics vound an ike. Pale stood shein’te the lorne loddes lynges.

Torne riethe mirrne a’foan the slit myllne. To kenned bounds Our lied.

Venges vored the mantle stiec. Adder strierd the lost souls venne.