In Praise Of The Slain God
by Sarenth Odinsson
A windy tree
Had snapped your neck
The flesh was pierced
With spear run red
Your sullen eyes
Were closed to me
My own open’d
In clawing grief
In roads of Death
You sought the Runes
You took them up
A shatt’ring boon
The Worlds shivered
At your scream
From deepest dark
From sight unseen
You came back then
Your form unbound
Wisdom shared
From then till now
You taught to give
You taught to make
You taught to gift
You taught to take
You taught to see
You taught to know
You taught to speak
Our paths You’ve shown
Hail Yggr!
Hail Hangaguð!
Hail Valtamr!
Hail Runatyr!
Hail, Hail, Hail!