Face painting, a sacred dive,
Into the soul’s deep, where dreams arrive.
Guiding the essence, unseen and real,
To surface forth, to touch, to feel.

Face painting loosens identity's bind,
Allows for change, the fluid mind.
A dance of forms, an artful shift,
A spirit's voice, a soul’s uplift.

Bringing to life an inner guise,
A vessel for spirit, expression’s prize.
A sacred space for intent so clear,
To flow, create, release the fear.

Face painting, a sacred dive,
Into the soul’s deep, where dreams arrive.
Guiding the essence, unseen and real,
To surface forth, to touch, to feel.

Face painting loosens identity's bind,
Allows for change, the fluid mind.
A dance of forms, an artful shift,
A spirit's voice, a soul’s uplift.

Face painting loosens identity's bind,
Allows for change, the fluid mind.
A dance of forms, an artful shift,
A spirit's voice, a soul’s uplift. 

Bringing to life an inner guise,
A vessel for spirit, expression’s prize.
A sacred space for intent so clear,
To flow, create, release the fear.

That is why I face paint,
That is why I face paint,
The art, the love, 
It is why I face paint.

Face painting shows us we're adorned,
With beauty hidden, now transformed.
It’s a moment, a gift, a breath of grace,
An honor found in each painted trace.

A merge of body and spirit high,
An act of love, to touch the sky.
The sacred vessel, seen, embraced,
In colors bold, the soul is traced.

There’s power in showing the world, unmasked,
Unique, raw being, in beauty basked.
Casting off norms, and binding ways,
Adorning ourselves in art’s pure blaze.

That is why I face paint.
That is why I face paint,
That is why I face paint, 
That is why I face paint.

Face painting shows us we're adorned,
With beauty hidden, now transformed.
It’s a moment, a gift, a breath of grace,
An honor found in each painted trace.

A merge of body and spirit high,
An act of love, to touch the sky.
The sacred vessel, seen, embraced,
In colors bold, the soul is traced.

Face painting loosens identity's bind,
Allows for change, the fluid mind.
A dance of forms, an artful shift,
A spirit's voice, a soul’s uplift. 

Bringing to life an inner guise,
A vessel for spirit, expression’s prize.
A sacred space for intent so clear,
To flow, create, release the fear.

That is why I face paint,
That is why I face paint,
The art, the love, 
It is why I face paint.

Face painting shows us we're adorned,
With beauty hidden, now transformed.
It’s a moment, a gift, a breath of grace,
An honor found in each painted trace.

A merge of body and spirit high,
An act of love, to touch the sky.
The sacred vessel, seen, embraced,
In colors bold, the soul is traced.

There’s power in showing the world, unmasked,
Unique, raw being, in beauty basked.
Casting off norms, and binding ways,
Adorning ourselves in art’s pure blaze.

That is why I face paint.
That is why I face paint,
That is why I face paint, 
That is why I face paint.

That is Why

Opening Ceremony

Odin’s wisdom, Thor’s might,
Tyr’s justice, in her sight.
Yet none could capture the light she wore,
Before Rúna’s essence, all bowed and swore.

Mortals spoke of her with awed refrain,
How she danced, the Valkyries’ rain.
And when the battle’s fury ceased,
Her painted image, silence and peace.

[Chorus]
Oh, Rúna, goddess with the painted face,
Bearer of mysteries, keeper of grace.
Adorn my body, of stories untold
Every curve, a legend of old.

So when the night wraps in a cold embrace,
Remember the goddess with the painted face.
Rúna, adorned in sacred light,
Protector of realms, eternal might.

Her face painted in hues divine,
Swirls of indigo, silver, and wine.
Each mark blessed by Freyja's hand,
Echoes of power, the land, the land.

Those that love, to her painted chest,
Patterns of serpents in sacred jest.
An art so ancient, a tale so deep,
Even the Norns would pause to weep.

[Chorus]
Oh, Rúna, goddess with the painted face,
Bearer of mysteries, keeper of grace.
Adorn my body, of stories untold
Every curve, a legend of old.

So when the night wraps in a cold embrace,
Remember the goddess with the painted face.
Rúna, adorned in sacred light,
Protector of realms, eternal might.

Oh, Rúna, goddess with the painted face,
Bearer of mysteries, keeper of grace.
Adorn my body, of stories untold
Every curve, a legend of old.

So when the night wraps in a cold embrace,
Remember the goddess with the painted face.
Rúna, adorned in sacred light,
Protector of realms, eternal might.

Rúna

Ulfsteina

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