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La Sorciere Noire - Cultus Mordant
“Warrior Queen” Kellianna
I cannot remeber my name
As I lay on the battlefield
and hear the war drums
I died here with honor today
Warrior Queen with my sword by my sideI can’t remember the names of these men
As they cover my body with furs
Now I am floating up over the land
Leaving my body belowNow they will carry me home
Through the mountains and groves
to the land of my birth
They will make me a funeral pyre
where my bones turn to dust
and my flesh turns to fire.Then to Valhalla I’ll go
To gaze on the face
of my King and my sons
There will be a feast laid for me
Warrior Queen with a Valkyrie shieldI watch them carry me over the lands
On through the fields and the farms
People are waiting to watch me pass by
Look now our Queens is coming homeNow they will carry me home
Through the mountains and groves
to the land of my birth
they will make me a funeral pyre
where my bones turn to dust
and my flesh turns to fireA very long journey I’ve come
to the lakes and the streams
and the lands that I love
Where as a child I roamed
Warrior Queen at fourteen years oldI watched them carry me over the lands
On through the fields and the farms
People were waiting to watch me pass by
Look now our Queen has come homeNow they have carried me home
Through the mountains and groves
to the land of my birth
Set flame to my funeral pyre
And my bones are now dust
and my flesh gone to fire
Poropetra - Salon Sahti
Pagan music from Finland.
Thank you, Lahja, for recommending me that amazing band!
Element Chant by Moonstruck from their album Witch of the Wildwoods. This is another favorite for ritual.
Song: The Circle Song
Artist: Wendy Rule
Album: The Wolf Sky
The East
The air
The sword
The mind
The gate
That leaves
The night
Behind
The North
The sun
The flame
The fire
The gateway
To our souls
Desire
The West
The womb
The waters
Flow
The gateway
To
The world
Below
The South
The star
The silent Earth
The gateway
To our souls rebirth
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Shall I wear green or blue, something borrowed or new?
What shall Thor wear tonight, for this wonderful sleight?
For you see, it was promised to giants one day
That Freya would come to their home and would stay;
But instead of just yielding the beautiful Van,
I, Loki, concocted an devious plan.
I´d use Thor as a pawn in my masterful plan
To keep Freya, and win the lost hammer again:
I would dress him in white, in fine linens and lace,
Put rings on his fingers, make-up on his face,
And a comely veil on his thunderous head,
To make him a bride all but fit to be wed.To disguise such a big God was no easy task,
To hide his broad shoulders, his muscles to mask;
But though he had no luscious lips nor fair hair,
Nor her beautiful bosom, still one no one saw clear
That this wasn´t Freya, but Wing-Thor instead;
Too bad, for that meant soon would giants be dead!Oh boy, it was fun watching Thor on that night,
Invent explanations for what didn´t seem right,
Why “she” drank all liquor and ate all the food,
I convinced all the giants – man, am I good!
At last, they brought out the hammer all right,
And then the wedding turned into a fight!
Thor grasped good old Mjollnir and tore off his dress,
The make-up flew off and his hair was mess;
To the left and the right, giants hurled overhead,
For once ´twasn´t me, but the others instead;
And if you had watched me, a smirk would’ve been there,
As slowly the giants all cleared from the air.
But the greatest thing was the picture of Thor,
Dressed like Freyja, which later I hung on my door,
To remind me that even this strong God once had
To follow my will, in a wedding gown clad.
And I know he will never forgive me for this,
But I kind of thought him quite hot in that dress!© Larisa C Hunter aka Mist,Gyðja of Kenaz Kindred
(adaptation by Michaela Macha)This work by Larisa C Hunter is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs License
(via laevisiloki)
When Midgard was young yet, and mankind did pledge
Their troth to the High Ones, men asked for a bridge
To show Asgard´s presence with colourful ray;
All Aesir agreed to build part of the way.
Thor wielded his hammer - foundation was laid,
He forged from hot iron the first beam of red.
Next, beautiful Sif from her head took one hair
And yellow sprung up, shining golden and fair.
Their crafting could not even Loki undo,
But he secretly slipped orange in between the two.
More fruitful and fertile than e’er had been seen,
Frey´s path was a field all resplendent with green;
From Odin´s old cloak came the colour and hue
To build on the bridge with mysterious blue;
Then Njord said: “At sunset is fairest the sea;
so violet and indigo´s offered by me.”
A glorious arch then ascended the sky,
A luminous wonder to all who stood by -
Bright gift of the Aesir for man to behold,
brought to Midgard by Heimdall; by him they were told:
“The bold and the brave may make Bifrost their way,
But from giants I´ll guard it, to the end of all day!”
© 2005 Michaela Macha
This work by Michaela Macha (www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs License.
Voice, tune, piano score & performance by Analemma!
