We Drink - Hymns and Council of Anglosaxon Heathenry

[I A Fire Burns In Readiment In The Solemn Hall] [II A Chant To Woden] [III The Voices Of Battle Are Summoned - It Is Time To Push Forward...]

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Screech the ghouls of deepest wynter The wolves howl as I prowl the perimetre Cursed with negative maegen wounds We search our servile souls. Tears rain like blood from Thunor's sky (leave) grief bleached bones behind. Smash through wooden shield like snow Our swords will cut with Woden's words Weep and ask your god for help Upon your virgin lips. Tears rain like blood from Thunor's sky (leave) grief bleached bones behind. Woden. Thunor. Tiu. Freo Hail them.... Wassail!!! We're here, your there In here, in there Come here, we're there In here, we're there. (Heed the) screech of deepest wynter

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

This is a story of, what we often call warriors. Where I've gone now I have died, is a Hall in the sky, that lies, across a shimmering rainbow bridge. I see my brothers here, drinking in the hall. I see my mother's tears, lakes of glass before. I see my people living, back through the before. They know that I am here, toasting them at the gates Waelhall Men and women folk, live your lives with honour. Keep the fires alight on the hills. The only thing you really have to do, is cross that rainbow bridge I see my brothers here, drinking in the hall. I see my mother's tears, lakes of glass before. I see my people living, back through the before. They know that I am here, toasting them at the gates Waelhall Some folk have heaven. That is their path. Some folk have nothing. That is their loss. Let each man or woman, have his or her own fate. But I'll, I'll take the shimmering rainbow bridge I see my brothers here, drinking in the hall. I see my mother's tears, lakes of glass before. I see my people living, back through the before. They know that I am here, toasting them at the gates Waelhall

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

It hailed so fast We could not see the headland through it Send for crows send the ravens Thought and memory Came back to me Painted runes upon my starry eyes Through twisted creaking boughs Three sisters slice trough time We raised our horns to the three Norns Our forefather's philosophy Creaks in the green trees Aching to be embraced again The staves tell a tale Of what was once And what is now And what could be And what could be Gifu is the gift I aspire to give To drink from fountains Deep wells that stare All through my starry eyes. If I stop to take it It just drifts away But all things come to Those who live by The steel and the rune

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Lord of the hanged You present with many faces Inciting strife, bezerker rage In the valleys of starlight Forged maegen sculpts my frame Through the conquest Of fear of insanity Much maligned by history You're the dark so far away Dare I trust the drighten Of nine nights of suffering Lord of the hanged You choose the slain You are the ferryman Dare I look into your hollow eye And see the truth inside You breathe life into My darkest thoughts The wild hunt washes across my retina My face is still but I thrash inside And join you as you race the torrid skies. You are all aspects of my heathen soul Your many names are within me to be called You inspire me and unbind my threads Walked through death and back again.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Take a new look at God In the dust it's the wrong way round Speak the place names and days Let the honey drip from your tongue The dew that runs from the before We're not scared of believing In the gods of before Inside us they are breathing We can wake them all A wise man knows himself And a fool knows the rest Universalism sets our eyes in the sand I know where the cool blue air Waits for the children Just be there, in how you feel Just be there, await the steel We're not scared of believing In the gods of before In our lands they are breathing Time to wake them up In our lore In our hearts In our minds Don't be scared of believing In the gods of before In our lives shallow breathing I and I and us. I pick up the spear that our Ancestor has thrown Clean it of it's darkness Ignorance and corruption And throw it on Newly shined For another 1500 years

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

A line of fire Flickers on mist enshrouding knees Hooded carriers of torches file Through the dark and twisted trees The trees, the forest The trees in the forest We worshiped in sacred groves Effigies on wooden poles Whispering with dead souls I once did this Scuffing through groves That whisper old songs And riddles to solve We longed for the mead hall The symbel and boast To walk and crackle through the soft bracken I see what this hidden world was for And what it meant to the heathen mind A gateway to interaction with Gods I acknowledge my bloody past Of sacrifice within these trees It is part of us And so I return here In modern ways Drink to the evolution Of our new heathen hearts! Woden! The trees, the forest The trees in the forest

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I feel through the ancient sunsets I breathe in the wind and the trees I once had the girl and the hillsides And a fighting family I loved my family And my sword I think of whoring 'til sunrise I think of the day I will die I know my path is destined I trudge it with a smile I laugh with the beautiful children I cry with the wrinkled hag I cry Heathen yes I am Heathen yes I will Accept what we are Heathen through our death I don't need your salvation Your god is not for me I once had the girl and the hillsides And my family Take it as read Despite what you said I have no need for change I cry This is my way There's no contest I hail all the gods of the wind and the rain Of pleasure and pain and more I climb to the top of the hillside My beautiful girl at my side I swing my sword at the sky And we cry

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

The hall is ready with ale, mead And music, and the hearth is glowing On the faces of those who attend Solemnly, a man speaks of his ancestor Connecting with him through the web of Wyrd Sittaen Aet Symbel A beot I read Of my great-grand-father's deeds Of the life he betrothed me He cut through the flax With his ready tongue Sweet mead from his lips Flowed in yellow paths Sittaen aet symbel Come brothers and maids We drink! To Woden, for victory To Njord and Freo For the qualities of ice and gold We drink! Sittaen Aet Symbel Raise the horn to your lips Taste the secrets behind the staves Between measured sips A toast to the dead That see at the symbel And a declaration Of their intent in our flesh Sittaen Aet Symbel A gielp to the hall Around this table of ash That has known the nine worlds Witness my wyrd I will craft it to this end One by one those attending shout their appreciation Hail! The Symbel is done The beots and gielps made A voice sings over the mead bench And the crackling fire Whilst those present drink to the past Present and their future

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025