Hail Odinn!

"I wot that I hung

On a wind tossed tree

All of nights nine

Wounded by spear

Bespoken to Odinn

Bespoken my self to my Self

Upon that tree of which none telleth

From what roots it doth rise

Neither horn they upheld

Nor handed me bread

I looked below me

Aloud I cried

Caught up the runes

Caught them up wailing

Thence to the ground fell again

From the son of Bolthorn,

Bestla's father

I mastered mighty songs nine

And a drink I got

From out of Odroerir

Then began I to grow

To wax eke in wisdom

One verse led on to another verse

One poem led on to the other poem!"

Mighty Wolf-Lord; Holy Rune God; One Eyed Warrior King...

We know your tales and we heed them well. They feed our souls and their inspiration pulses through our veins. Your words push us ever onwards and your deeds inspire us to be more and to do more. Let us become bold men and women who drive our folk to a glorious new dawn. Let our actions inspire those around us and let our tales of glory be told around the sumble fires long after we have left Midgard to tread the Hel-road.

Hail Odinn!