A deadblack September night
Far in the timeless North
Men exit into the cold air
Bound as one by the ritual

Iku-Turso, lord of the deep
Will answer if properly summoned
Enter naked into the lake
And shout his name while submerged

Slowed down by distractions
The men are getting restless
Finally everyone is prepared
They submerge as one and call his name

But only one man heard the answer
He had been naked all the way
He was bestowed with the knowledge
Ancient wisdom of Iku-Turso