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Bless me as I walk AloneOden bless me as I walk alone
Beaten down with stick and stone
And though I'm bound to this rough road
I still give praise for all I've known
Every day, new lessons grow
Mostly reaping what I sow
You've taught me all of this, I know
And onwards on this path I'll go
Though I stumble, and I fall
I rise through challenge, above all
Never caving, standing tall
Knowing I'll go to Valhall
Many folks don't share my views
Some think they are just old news
Still more think I'm a bit loose
But I know, I know the truth
This is my path as a skald
Though it empty seem and cold
It leads to glorious verse and song
I know you're with me, all along.
A Poor Man's MealFather Odin and Lady Frigga,
please join me by my fire.
I've made a blessed meal for all,
to deny you two would be dire.
I ask that you accept my gift,
my thanks for all you've done;
so that you'll continue true,
until the Ragnarok does come.
I have only the best to offer,
what I could gather and afford.
But my message, gift, is as strong as others,
just missing fancy napkins and cords.
A poor man's offering,
what he can always spare.
Make another spot at the table,
so its far less bare.
I hope you'll join me
this lonesome night,
as I now share
this simple rite.
You Who SacrificedYou who sacrificed, for nine long nights.
Hung for knowledge and found what you sought.
I need your guidance, your blessing now,
to find the balance in my heart.
I struggle to remain strong and tall
I stumble far too much
Lend your wisdom, your seeing eye,
so that I know what can be done.
Balance is what I seek, not fame or power
just peace of mind is all I ask
so I can finally rest and not be weary
and gather up for my true task.
You who sacrificed, you who gave,
I ask of you on this day.
To look upon me with favor and just,
So I can gather, build from the dust.
He FightsOne-Eyed Wanderer, All-Father to me
I ask you for guidance, to help me see
what challenges lie ahead, to be
in the hopes to overcome and be free.
Every so often, I am broken down
beaten to nothingness and left to drown
in this despair and pain that I found
and I need your help, to reach my crown
Please take me by the hand, and let me hold tight
as you walk me through the dark, horrid night
and lend me the strength so that I may fight
In order to force it back, to bring forth light
People continue to berate and lie
Some of them call out that I should just die
and that I'm too weak to do anything, to fly
above them all, into the sky.
So every night, I kneel before your shrine
In the hopes that you'll help someone of my kind
And no matter if you never do, in time
I know that I'll be rewarded, between the line
Maybe not in this life, or even the next
but I know with my heart, that it will be for the best
and so I take their cruel words in jest
because I know one day, one day, I'll rest
The Weeping ClownShe doesn't love me,
I'm just a name.
Trying to cling to her,
As she rises to fame.
She doesn't need me,
Nor does she care.
Because to her,
I'm rarely there.
Behind the scenes,
Pulling things 'round.
No one notices,
The weeping clown.
No one looks,
Nor do they ask.
They just assume,
He has another task.
"Too busy" they say
"To be questioned or stopped"
"Just let him work"
"He doesn't talk"
Never do they
That the weeping clown
Is really me.
When I Close My EyesWhen I close my eyes
And think on all I know
I can't help but smile
For the one place that I'll go
I know what lies ahead of me
And what I can achieve
But that does not make me eager
To walk away, to leave
I face each day, treat it new
But I can guess whats around the bend
I know that if I keep going this way
My time will surely end
I love those in my life
And cast out who cause me pain
But every night I huddle near
And beg to hear your name
I eagerly await your presence
Await your warmth, a glance
I eagerly wait to show you
If, when, given the chance
Bless me as I go forward
In this life and the next
Cast out trickster daemons
And anything that they hex
Gods of Old, hear my call
Feel the warmth of my hearth
Hear me loud, hear me proud
And bless me for the next part
A Man Who Gave UpJuly 3rd, 2014
My name is Michael Richards, born in a small town in Kansas and raised to be a farmer. It was the plan at least; until the towers fell. I was pulled out of school to go and gather resources for when world war would start and when it didn't, well, pa had a better use for me. Go to the military, fight for your country, and become a man; just as he did, and his father before him, I was to be a fighter. Which made a bit of sense to me at the time, I was handy with a rifle and had pretty damn good aim to boot; so off I went. In no time I was in the Marines; they couldn't figure out what to do with me though; so I was moved on up. I was too good with too many weapons, couldn't specialize me like they wanted. The government took a special interest in me and a few others and took us in to some special squad. From there, we were divided among specializations. A few people were better with heavy artillery than others, a few had a good eye with a scope, but there were still those o
I have StrayedFar along, had I come
In my journey towards the old.
Progress had I believed I made,
Though my kindred were cold.
I’d tried to go on,
Tried to stand tall;
But alas my knees
Gave in to the fall
I don’t ask for strength,
Don’t beg for forgiveness.
No, I am Asatru, Strong
And don’t falter to weakness
I have strayed, over time,
No longer give gifts to the Gods
Life has decayed, such a crime,
But I still face the odds.
I will right this wrong,
Fix my problems on my own.
The Gods will remember
How I grew in the cold.
My name remembered,
Etched into time;
And take back what’s mine.
I may have strayed,
But no longer am I weak
This is my oath,
My vows I do speak.
So selfishSlowly he puts the gun to his temple,
A moment of doubt for something so simple.
A loud bang and he falls to the floor,
his family screaming as they burst through the door.
If only they had realized, if only they'd seen
that he was not well, insane it would seem.
The signs were all there, paranoia and depression.
He had thought it through completely, to the point of obsession.
The only release, a sweet moment of bliss
only to bring it all to this.
So foolish, so weak, so selfish to die.
But to carry on with life, living a lie.
He had to do it, it was the only way.
No longer would he be tormented, living day by day.
The pain was too much, the choices so slim.
It was either he went out, or took them all with him.
Slowly he puts the gun to his temple,
reflecting on his choices, so simple.
A loud bang, and his hand just trembles,
a moment of doubt, his world had crumbled.
His family bursts through the thick oak door
Only to find the gun on the floor.
He couldn't do it, couldn't follow thro
The Valkyrie Brynhild's Fate.Oh of the wises you were
you were favored by Odin
how he did prize you.
But now your fate
shall weave a new path
of your doom to be.
An on this path
shall make you belong to another
the daring young hero Agnar.
Doomed are you Brynhild,
for you have enraged Odin
never again shall you walk upon Asgard.
And now the Norns begin to spin
the threads of your mortal destiny.
Sorrow grips dear Odin
as the wises of Valkyries
shall never be among his halls in Valhalla.
And as your fate continues to weave this path
Odin bows his head before you
But you anger of his bitter use
of the mortal warriors
And you turn the all father away,
Asking only of the strongest and fearless
of mortal men
shall claim you as his wife.
your fate has woven to it's last strand
as Odin stabs your flesh
with the thorn of the Tree of Sleep
and carries you off
to the mountain Hindfell
through the wall of flames.
And dear Brynhild
How Frey came to love and loseBy chance and yet by punishment
I have found you.
In the dwelling of ice and snow,
you are the warmth,
to set a path in that darken land.
Oh how your dear loveliness
has wrought burdens mischief to me,
my dear maiden.
My thoughts are of you,
the flame within the ice land.
You give me such loneliness,
by being so far.
You are an ill thing to me.
You are an omen and will cost me gravely.
Yet my love for you,
shall take better judgment of me.
Surrendering my pride; my magic sword.
The sword to protect me on the day of Ragnarok.
Without second thought I will give it,
and wait these nine nights to wed you.
Gerda, my dearest giant maiden.
The Warriors of OdinBorn on the mountains of the north
Those covered by the frozen water
The chiling winds of winter embraced us
Its cold arms hugged our frail bodies
Before our mothers
Gave us the warmth we wanted
Before birth our fate had been decided
To become warriors of Odin the Almighty
And with our birth
The first step to become His best
Had been taken
Our childhood nothing but farming
No rest, no complaining, little food as reward
Our games and plays teaching us
The Art of War
Our struggle of survival
During the times of the merciless cold
Just another test
Of our worth
Harden our bodies and minds
For the future
As warriors of Odin the Almighty
Adults we're now
The few who survived
The harsh childhood
Slipped through the fingers
of the cold death
Grown to the finest
Among Odin's creations
Our bodies and spirits
Ready to prove to the Almighty
Our loyalty and courage
Ready to join His side
Our swords, shields, helmets and axes
Loaded onboard our ships
The Sea Dragons
Ready for t
The wind was strong this high up, and it blew around him relentlessly.
His quest for knowledge had brought him here, and his destiny waited restlessly.
To rule the Nine Worlds, he needed to know the many secrets that one could not learn for free.
In order to be worthy of this, Óðinn impaled himself with Gungnir, and hung from Yggdrasil, that juicy Tree.
As the nine sunny days turned to nine chilling nights, the pain wracked his body endlessly.
The sacrifice he made, himself unto himself, showed his devotion to ruling selflessly.
As his vision blurred, a miracle occurred, right before Hangatýr-Óðinn's very eyes.
Arcane symbols, the sacred Rúnar, displayed themselves proudly across the starry skies.
Reaching out for them, Alföðr took hold of these secrets, and fell from Yggdrasill.
Much power do they contain, and many Jötnar and men will use the Rúnar for good or ill.
One should not forget Óðinn's sacrifice, for it was a very noble act indeed.
For there are not many m
The Runal Verses, Part TwoNauđiz
Need is the greatest of all foes
It can weaken resolve, yet strengthen the soul
It is the duty of need to test and challenge
It is the duty of need to make us who we are
All hardship in life
Waxes and wanes like the moon;
The drought comes, the cattle die off,
The harvest flees and so does good help.
To toil until yesteryear,
That is what will come of us;
Until all is satisfied,
The hole cannot be filled.
Winter has come
And lays out her precious jewels;
Each plant is covered, decked in ice,
And the sun admires her distant reflection.
The cold is like a wolf,
Hungry and ever-present,
And we pull our furs to our skin
To try and keep it away.
The bane of the flesh,
The biter with frosted teeth,
All is captured in hardest white
And Spring is far on the horizon.
Sif has blessed us
We shall reap the plenty
The Earth gives us her approval
As our scythes slice the stalks.
Whether a harvest of the sea,
Fish and eel bursting,
Or a har
Home of the NorthmenWhere it's cold outside
and the sun don't shine
and the moon don't rise
and the clouds swallow up the skies.
Where the nighttime reigns
as the daylight wanes
and the stars don't glow
'neath the veil of the falling snow.
We are home again!
We are the Northmen!
Where the summertime flees
from the winters freeze,
where the wild wolves roam
is the land that we call our own.
Where the ravens fly,
Odin's watchful eye
and the deer run free
to the shores of the frozen sea.
We are home again!
We are the Northmen!
Tamers of the seas
we strike our foes down to their knees!
When the skies grow clear
in the crisp night air,
to behold such sights!
What magics bring the Northern Lights?
When the crops grow tall
before the leaves must fall,
thank the Gods once more
that the harvest fills the winter store.
We are home again!
We are the Northmen!
See the battle scars,
riches and fame from the lands afar.
When the feast begins
and the court Bard sings
and the fire burns bright,
we'll make merry long into
Gewrit on GerynumFeoh cwóm fruman, mannum frófor geaf,
Úr þá éode, wildenesse gebróhte hé ;
Đyrs him æftor ongest macode,
Ós éac genam wicgum tóhyht,
Rád hío gefóron, eftgesyht géaton,
Cen manna gehwylcum heora hám,
Gyfu þǽræfter him wyrðscype sealde,
Wynn best wýscodon hío begíetan,
Hægl oftost on heofones lyfte féoll,
Nýd geléafléasse náne cyre syleð,
Is byð cealdost, gehýran þurfon,
Gér æfter, beorhtlíce glysnaþ,
Eoh oft bringeð blíðenesse, wyrta déope,
Peorð on nihte him betst wæs,
Eolh on fenne, wætre inne wiexeþ,
Sígel léoht giefeð éac tréowes,
Týw gefǽrléassum byð, strong éac,
Beorc wlitig þá tócwóm léas bleda,
Eh wlanc byð londwealcum fréond,
Hail OdinHail Odin
Hear our call
For you have lost an eye to see more
Hail One-Eyed Wanderer,
May your wisdom influence those
who call upon you
And may we, too
Learn from our mistakes
and from our sacrifices
and from our sufferings
so that our wisdom of the world
increase many fold
Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it and you were showing me something.
Telling me to wake up.
For I hope in one day to achieve the wisdom and wit to help me on my way and to think what i must think about
He Goes Home TonightHere a young boy stands
Eager to taste cold steel
Baptized by warm blood
He will never learn to fear
A decade soon passes by
A young man he is now
Skills honed for battle
His blood holds his vow
Plundering the weaker
Surviving on what he can
A lifetime of war goes by
His bloody print across the land
An old man kneels down slow
Before a shrine to the gods
He's learned pilgrimage is best
Before he takes any on
He feels weaker than usual
But still holds fiery passion
He knows this day will be his last
But he will still take action
He charges forth in battle
A tired smile on his lips
Old shield now shattered
Reaches for the ax on his hips
Drop one weapon, grab another
This old dance he knows well
Too late, too soon, he misses a step
He knows he's not going to Hel
He can hear their voices, He sees a figure
As the blood pours from his wound
Valkyries are coming for him
It's time to go home
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