Winterwheel

Old air/in the roots/dark ground/underfoot/the ring-path/thick with before. Tread circles/walk the past/too long we've broken/the bones of our feast. In water/there is truth/strength of hand/the string-willed golem dark eye-door/the path unmade/the wyrd-well/fell and sooth. Thunder/storm-song/Hel-song/thunder/storm-song/Hel-song Truth/there is no truth/truth/there is no truth Thunder… only seeking. We are knife-treaders/feet split by blades/Sculd unfolding/like mountains. Time bound by horns/broke by their shaking. We seek not the light/but the stars and/what lies beyond. Thunor, take us/break us with thunder/crack our stones In water/there is truth/strength of hand/the string-willed golem dark eye-door/the path unmade/the wyrd-well/fell and sooth. In old ruts/we make new rites/Upon the sunless path/unformed fate/awaits. Thunder… Se Réodbeard ús mycele wisnesse forgildeþ/þisse giefe þunore þanc gelimpen. þisse áre, wé úre þrota bléteaþ/ac Ginnendegæp úre worulde ongaþ and se snaca-fetel fullheardor gebindeþ. Us græf/tréowenum cliferum/us ýst/gief tó orlegniðe rídan Se Réodbeard ús mycele wisnesse forgildeþ… Give us/bellies full of stars/gouge us/black holes for eyes ús ascildest/feormest úre ban/ðæt mearg níwee/þa strengþe ealde Wé, hring-dræfend, drýmenn, þone dracan oferfylgaþ Ná þæt án wé úre gewilnesse bléteaþ/ac éac swilce scilon his æsctír soðan. þunor sceal þone wyrm ástýrfan/þæt úre woruld wile boren. Darkness/from our palms/seeping between/our teeth we are the earth/your mate/you are the sky/ours join us in storm/wreak earth with your seed

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Moonfed this moss, sky-torched our trail/a soothspell of caves, at season's end we seek you for we are all Pagan, children of cinder/eaters of seed, walkers of wheels. Now stir earth with eve-light, rebirth spun by song step soft into the cave, with the gifts we once gave for we are all Pagan, reavers of winter/reapers of rite, sowers of spring. Hear us! Hear us! Hear us! Hear us! Hretha! Blood burns like balefire, a torch tapped from palms. For a year spring lived in our veins, till end meets beginning again. Moonfed this moss, sky-torched our trail/a soothspell of caves, at season's end we seek you for we are all Pagan, children of cinder/eaters of seed, walkers of wheels. Hretha! Hands hilled with the bones of her last meal/mouth open for the first. Squeeze palm-weeping upon her tongue/grant goddess the grave-gift. Her teeth ruddy/her teeth ruddy/her teeth ruddy with our red Elkling calf with green eyes, she holds its sapling stare she nurses it on snow-nectar, our palm-blood from her breast. Bone to bloom, fast to feast/bone to bloom, fast to feast Séo eftborenu gydenu ástýraþ of hire hrúse-hreðer læfað wæccendeu héo æt hire fót-galdor þa treowu scíedeaþ hire snáw-scinn þa bán-mónþas beoð fullpungenan Rén-snaca, hire blód yðgaþ/swá swá se tagl-etere forgnægeþ eorðmægen, swá swá þæt holmmægen hwileð tó foldan tumbað, þæm tó wolcne astigeþ In spring, she seeks pastures for her elkling fiddlehead and field for fodder/berries, bones and birch bark. Rén-snaca, hire blód yðgaþ... At summer's end, foothills and forests/the elkling feasts upon mist. Autumn comes/two months of blood in a smoky hall a meat-gorge before the end/elk-bones at her feet. þa se Geóla/þa se forst/þa þá giclas/ and hire slæpig andwlita biþ freórig eolhblóde wé híe bringaþ tó þæm cofan

Caught/in star-leaves/we spin/forever/unseen unfolding before the still/waters of our eyes Losað!/Séo hulu!/Ðe we treddað ure bréaðe fét/holu næfað þone wyrtwalan/béoð hamleasu ðæt átorcynn bið áiteende ure worulde onweg. Bind us/in ice/sap-frozen resting/our feet/stretch to the depthless reaches of wisdom/they stretch/they fall short. We turn/we hide/we turn/and we hide/from all/we once knew and lost/and all we might ever know eat ice and freeze your eyes/will we never/look to the sky? Remember/the taste of the soil? Crack your eyes/thaw your mind/swallow the earth/grip the sky. Sound the horn/shatter the earth of our eyes/light a fire in our skull feed us to Yggdrasil. Bind us… Geredende/Twifyrelende We þæt tréow læfaþ/Ure mód śiwe mid wyrttruman We forstælon þa steorran, þa éaran fylledon mid mihte þuneras, Ure wamba fylledon mid sædum/We treddaþ, úpáwenda folma Endeléaslice sagan/into ure banum græfaþ ungedállice rúnstafas. We þæt tréow læfaþ…

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Lung-deep well, feeder of the tree/the Wyrd, weaving from the seep climbing up the roots, through Nifolham we seek/the fog-eyed Drymenn of the hunt. We come from the mountains, rain in our hair/the earth has claimed us, naked and bare long the mossy path has guided us home/the ravens' croak overhead, the green-ocean's foam. On Sleipnir's stolen back, we drive far into the wood/hear the cry of our bones we have come to wake the world with our screams/Woden, take our kill. We come from the mountains, rain in our hair/the earth has claimed us, naked and bare. Lo, the mossy path has guided us home/the ravens' croak overhead, the green-ocean's moan. We, moldweg/þone willað/úre eardlufe bedælað siððan wintera iú/ond wé, þonan/wód prútlíce ofer lyfta gebind/hwær wé, feor oððe neah/þeah þæm beorhtan æsce findað mihte/þe, in Esangearde/þone wildene fyrnwitan. Logs of ice, snarling mouth of flame/with mist we craft, in mist we wreak our game. Lend us your tooth to carve into the gloaming tree-deep the spear thrust into our hungry roaming. We come from the mountains, rain in our hair/the earth has claimed us, naked and bare. Lo, the mossy path has guided us home/the ravens' croak overhead, the green-ocean's moan. Woden! Hyge! Myne! Woden!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025