By my gaze, men turn to stone
Leaving behind the lives they had known
Crashing across the waves from the northlands below
The power of my totem-crest my enemies behold
Bearing mount to the chosen few
Leaving the dead in the wake of the war canoe
Power I grant to my favored warriors
Fearsome and invulnerable in the face of pain and death
I have become wolf-over-man
I have become wolf-under-raven
Six horns of power surmounting my heads
Winalagalis, the legends have said
Bringer of Tseka, flanked by the serpents
Waging war across the world