The Old Gods Sleep No Longer
The Old Gods awaken
from their deep slumber.
Harken kith and kin -
with ear to the North!
They have risen and gathered.
Soon they will ride forth
across the nine realms
reclaiming old thrones.
Ásgarðr and Miðgarðr -
order restored.
Wode to the new gods!
Hail to the Old Gods!
Soon we sumbel
and pass the blood of Kvasir.
Toasting our fimbul Gods
and the heroes of old.
Hammer & Ale: An Ode to Þórr
Thundering Þórr
lances of lightning.
Hammer strikes hard
foes vanquished fall.
Hel's gate held open
for fallen foe.
Victors to Valhǫll
drink the draught of ale.