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| The Wyrding Way Ritual / Shamanic Folk from Vancouver / Canada |
ÓðinnSong - Rúnatal Óðins Rune Song
The Wyrding Way
Vocals by Hjeron O'Sidhe & Arctica
Piano by Arctica
Lyrics from the Havamal
Gáttir allar
áðr gangi fram
um skoðask skyli
um skygnask skyli
því at óvíst
er at vita
hvar óvinir
sitja á fleti fyrir
Before one would advance
through each doorway,
one must look about
and peer around,
because one can't know for sure
where enemies
sit in the hall beforehand.
From the Rúnatal
know that I hung on a windswept tree
nine long nights,
my own spear wounded me, dedicated to Óðinn,
myself to myself,
dedicated to Óðinn,
myself unto myself,
On that tree which none can know the source
From whence its ancient root have run.
None gave me bread, none brought me horn.
as I looked deep below
I caught up the runes,
shrieking I took them, And back I fell.
Nine mighty songs I learned from the great
son of a great one
I have drank of that wonderous mead, showered with the secrets and the lore
Thus I learned the secret lore,
prospered and waxed in wisdom;
Each word led me on to another word,
Each deed led me to another deed.
I caught up the runes,
hung from that windswept tree
that was me
credits
Video
Cinematography by Andrew Grant & Hjeron O'Sidhe
Editing by Hjeron O'Sidhe
