Deep in the Veluwe1 woods, she weaves my life
Spun yarns, my fate determined and woven by her hands
Man nor God can escape the threads of her loom
Her decision binds us all, in what is and what is to come
She knows my path and my life aim
My choices, my actions, my life and my breath and my fate in the fray
She weaves the threads with people who surrounded me
And crosses my paths with them
Urth2, weave the threads
Urth, clear my paths
Urth, determine my fate
There, at her spring to the roots of the tree of life
At her pillar and the origin of everything
Where Mimir showed Wotan the future
I killed Norn, please, protect me from the fall
Now spin the threads, arrange my fate
Give me the deeds to destiny
Weave my future with a steady hand
And don't cut the wires of those related to me
Urth, weave the threads
Urth, clear my paths
Urth, determine my fate
Because Urth weaves my life
Urth knows my efforts
Urth determines Fate
1. The Veluwe is a forest-rich ridge of hills in the Netherlands.2. Urth is one of the Norns in Norse mythology. Along with two other gods (Verthandi and Skuld), she decides the fate of people