Then gathered together. The gods for counsel, The holy hosts, and held converse: Who had filled the air. With foul treason, And to uncouth etins. Odins wife Frigg (Saturday ;-) given. (Fourth wall as Thor) Thunder then. Overthrew the foe--- He seldon sits. When of such he hears: Were sworn oaths broken, and solemn vows, Gods plighted troth, the pledges given. Where (the heavenly top view (August france cameo) three human estates) s Horn. Is hid, she knows, Under heaven touching, holy world-tree; On it are shed. Showery falls From (the eyes pledge) tears) know ye further, or how? Alone she sat out. When the lord of gods, Odin the old, her eye did seek: What seekest to know, why summon me? Well know I, the terror (ygg horse), where thy eye is hidden: In the wondrous. Well of Mimir; Each morn mimir. His mead doth drink Out of the one eyes pledge: know ye further, or how? Gave (terror) to her. Arm rings and gems For her seeress sight and soothsaying: ( the fates I fathom, yet farther I see,) See far and wide. The worlds about. (((Not missing shit. I used to use my sword as rule. At a point. And say it healed to have it sheathed when it hit you because I liked you enough not to kill you. Say kill slowly... ))) [The Valkaries (shield maidens of the garden) flock. From afar she beholds, Ready tk ride. To the realm of men: Future hold her shield, present likewise, Guth (now land germany?), battle/ war, nautical, and shaker: For thus are highr. Warriors maidens, Ready to ride. Oer reddeneredeemed battlefields.] I saw for (baldr) The Glorious, the blessed God, Ygg (terrors) dearest son, what doom is hidden: Green and glossy, there grew aloft, The trees among, the mistletoe. The slender-seeming. Sapling became A fell weapon. When flung by War; But the Gloriouss. Brother. Was born full soon: But one night old. Slew him Odins son. :-* Neither cleansed his hands. Nor combed his hair Till the Glorious ones slayer. He sent to the concealer* But The beloved did weep. In Fensalir The fateful deed: know ye further, or how? * (hel. The daughter of the mother land. Or fatherland.) (Congratulations Tiberius this is glorious stitching) A captive lies. In the kettle-grove, Like to lawless. Joke in the shape or end of tales. There sits a victorious girlfriend of a wife, full sad in mind, By her fettered mate: know ye further, or how? From East there flows. Through fester dales, A stream hight frightful, filled with swords and knives. Waiat deep wade there. Through waters swift Mainsworn men. And murderous, Eke those who betrayed. A trusted friends wife; There gnaws the dastardly striking dragon. Naked corpses, There the fenris wolf rends men--- wit ye more, or how?
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 09:47:50 +0000
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