I call to Veteris, great of wisdom, old as stone,
I call to you of hidden might, of shadowed mien,
whose lands are of the fairest, scarp and sea,
moor and wood. Veteris of many blessings,
in times long gone your grace was known by many,
your name called aloud in honest love and prayer,
your altars raised by the faithful and the thankful,
by those who rightly placed their trust in you.
Of the wounds of fang and tusk you know much,
and of the game of fortune, the lot of our lives;
guide of the wanderer, protector of the tribe,
caster of wisdom and song, I praise and honor you.