I call to Matunos, mighty and wise,
old bear of the mound and the roughened stone,
the headlands and the tributaries. Matunos,
strong of arm, firm of spirit, swift in battle,
holder of magics distant and deep, long ago
you were honored at altars of stone, cities
and fortresses bore your name. Kind and constant god,
you rest in the dark and the cold, lightly you sleep
within your lands, among your tribe, ever waiting,
ever ready, until the need that will bring
you back into the world. Great of heart,
great of strength, I honor you and praise your name.