Wounded I hung on a wind-swept gallows
For nine long nights,
Pierced by a spear, pledged to Odhinn,
Offered, myself to myself
The wisest know not from whence spring
The roots of that ancient rood
They gave me no bread,
They gave me no mead,
I looked down;
with a loud cry
I took up runes;
from that tree I fell.
Nine lays of power
I learned from the famous Bolthor, Bestla' s father:
He poured me a draught of precious mead,
Mixed with magic Odrerir.
Waxed and throve well;
Word from word gave words to me,
Deed from deed gave deeds to me,
Runes you will find, and readable staves,
Very strong staves,
Very stout staves,
Staves that Bolthor stained,
Made by mighty powers,
Graven by the prophetic god,
For the gods by Odhinn, for the elves by Dain,
By Dvalin, too, for the dwarves,
By Asvid for the hateful giants,
And some I carved myself:
Thund, before man was made, scratched them,
Who rose first, fell thereafter
Know how to cut them, know how to read them,
Know how to stain them, know how to prove them,
Know how to evoke them, know how to score them,
Know how to send them" know how to send them
I wish I have some type of Norse heritage . I'm Latino, the Mythology here is very different Tezcatlipoca, Quetzalcoatl, Tlaloc are between the main Gods. We don't have tales of Ancients Battles, neither spears or hammers, just maces. As an outsider, I can just delight learning about this ancient culture
Imagine like 4 or 5 blonde haired warriors dancing and chanting around a fire, the night before they commit themselves to the ways of the Ulfhednar. They drink ale, and smoke magical herbs from the east, they prepare there minds for the ravenous ways of the wolf, the they gather around and pass a blade to each other after each one makes an incision on his hand. As the bloods drops to the frozen pine needled ground, they raise there hands and put them together forming a bond that will secure there loyalty and partnership. They all howl at the moon as if there inner spirits have always known this time would come. They are the Ulfhednar, they will stay in the wilderness until they are summoned for battle, and willingly prepared to die in the front lines of the shield wall.
can anyone tell me what the beautiful quiet bird sound is at 0:15? also, thank you danheim for your incredible music. I feel it in my soul and it helps in so many ways. ❤️
Goodness, Im really not trying to be disrespectful to anyone. I hope everyone understands that, especially Loen I apologize for using you as an example I only meant to illustrate what I mean. going back to the guy calling another guy a wench, I feel like a lot of people are vulgar on these pages to appear tough and Viking like. Did anyone ever see Ragnar treating folks that way? There is a fierceness that comes easily with calm quiet collectedness that vulgarity will never reach. The depiction of Bjorn in Vikings is a perfect example of this. Meditation is an excellent way of reaching this mind state and from that vantage point those who depict themselves to others with false bravado look quite foolish. Again I am not referring to anyone specific. only speaking in general terms. Now me I'm built like floki but not nearly as strong and I am not about to act like I am tough like the Vikings we all aspire to be but I can learn and grow into that and I still have no idea what my point is gah! Well thats what I get for writing something at 1:30 in the morning I suppose, haha. Thanks Danheim for the great music it is great for meditation and workouts and it really helps connect me to my ancestors. I think I better go get some sleep.
YES! YES! YES!
Dope as hell, keep them coming!
- i hope you will keep these dark, mysterious, revenge, going to war, blood eagle vibe going. Its so goooooood!