On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in
Ska?inawjo - the isles of Ska?is - a blonde,
fur-clad man immortalises his memory of
Mannus, the oldest Ing.
A large manlike shape is engraved in the
rock; bloodred in colour, with a large phallus.
His hands are stretching toward the sky.
Mannus, the son of Tuisto,
made sure his tribe survived
the cold north together with his sons;
Inguz, Herminuz and Istwo.
Tuisto's heart is warmed by
the sight of his descendants;
he knows the gods are not forgotten.
Then - he reasons - there is hope after all,
for the coming generations.