Algiz

Everywhere I go, do I carve one rune :
It protects me and it makes me immune. 

No sword, nor axe, nor arrow can hurt me :
It protects me : it makes me oversee. 

No spell or charm can make it go away :
It protects me and will forever stay. 

No bear or wolf can tear my skin apart :
It protects me and we shall never part. 

Oh, glorious tree, elk-kin !
You honour my skin,
Never shall I bow to sin,
Oh, glorious tree, elk-kin !

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