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Anglo-Saxon Prayer                        This poem in Anglo-Saxon: Engla-Saxna Ġebed

Hail Woden, his kingdom cometh:
The realm of Asgaard,
Where the dead shall riseth again
And life shall be endless.

Hail Tiw, father of the eternal sky:
The blue-eyed ward
Where the Sun batheth us with her light
And giveth us comfort.

Hail Thor, who dwelleth in Thrudheim:
The almighty hammer he throweth down
With heaven-fire he smiteth the hell-shades
And delivereth us from the forces of evil.

Hail Frigga, mother of us all:
The birth-giver and instructor,
With love greeteth and smileth at us.
In her arms we sleep peacefully.

Hail Ingui-Frey, who maketh our folk eke:
The grower of life,
With his great penis createth,
And breedeth the strong brood.

Hail Skadi, the lady of the mountains:
Who liveth in the snow.
Her frozen estate
Is our hunting ground in winter's cold.

Hail Hretha, the victorious:
Bane of the rime-frost.
With sword in hand
She falls our foes.

Hail the Valkyries:
Who from Valhalla ride
To choose the slain.
We fare forth in their embrace.

Justin Douglas Blackford


 

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