~ By
Courtesy of Others ~
Unmovable One
Unmovable One,
Refuse my son,
Worlds sorrow show,
But the roots around him grow.
Death from life steals,
And the mist conceals.
Wyrd waters churn,
And the life returns.
In HellaŽs Hall,
She embraces all.
Dark as the night,
and also half light.
Covered like seed -
Let the Norns give rede.
Born to my kin -
"And IŽm back again."
Cattle die, kinfolk die.
One thing shall neŽer draw nigh:
The renown of those passed on,
The renown of my kinfolk gone.
Frau Holda will come,
When the weavingŽs done.
When plague sweeps the land,
She is close at hand.
If she wields her rake,
Some sheŽll take,
But should her broom fall,
She will take us all.
Cattle die, kinfolk die.
One thing shall neŽer draw nigh:
The renown of those passed on,
The renown of my kinfolk gone.
© Jonathan Cyr of Raven
Kindred North This
appeared as a song on the album "Tru Spirit - Songs of our Heathen Ancestry" Image:
"Hel", © 1978 Giovanni Caselli,
original colored.
Used with permission. Back
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