For Thurseblot durning the first full moon of the year.

Hail to the ancient Jotnar,
Guardians of the wild and untamed,
I offer a feast of meat, eggs and honey mead from my land.
To honor your strength and wisdom.

Thor, son of Jord, who battles with might,
Loki, trickster of the frost,
Skadi, fierce goddess of the mountains,
I acknowledge your kin, the giants of old.

May this offering be a bridge
Between the realms of man and Jotunheim,
Bringing peace, understanding, and respect.
Hail to the Jotnar, ancient and enduring.

The wise guest who attends a feast
Sits in quiet observance;
He listens with his ears, watches with his eyes,
For all wise men are ever cautious

I advise you, Loddfafnir, heed my advice---
You'll benefit if you listen,
Great your gain if you learn:
Don't rise at night unless you seek news,
Or must visit the outhouse in turn

Learn the victory runes if you wish to succeed,
Etch them on your sword's hilt with care;
Carve some on the blade's edge, some on its face,
And call on Tyr’s name twice for strength

May Odin inspire you , May Freyja guide you, May Thor give you strength , May Tyr give you bravery, May Loki handle your enemies and blessed be.