Forever Green
The Hoot can be heard but never seen hidden in foliage forever green Watching the World with eager eyes Their most vigilant witnessing spies

The Hoot can be heard but never seen hidden in foliage forever green Watching the World with eager eyes Their most vigilant witnessing spies
For the Saga’s continue from the past to the present day Of Old come to pass as hay springs from grass
Valhalla or fail for the Norse of Lore destiny, fate fuelled by violence hate But perhaps more beliefs of old Within truths can be told
Spreading gossip you run up and down the Tree causing mischief with considerable glee – You are Ratatoskr Yggdrasil is your domain Drill-tooth or Bore-tooth is your common name – Between Eagle and Serpent from top to bottom messages are passed twisted but never forgotten – The squirrel from Norse lore trying to stir up …
The Stone Ship wallows high rolling through the low tide
Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr teeth-barer and teeth-grinder For Thor’s chariot you are the mythical pathfinder – To the Hall of Valhalla homeward you charge For then Thor can brawl drink ale with the Einherjar recharge
The great wolves Geri and Freki feast in honour in his dinning hall whilst he drinks wine watching the brave fallen brawl – His loyal companions sit at his throne whilst one sleeps, the other is awake eagerly watching and guarding their duty to him they will never forsake
The Norseman Cometh on tides of fire A foretaste of the omens of a future dire – No point hiding for they will seek The Norseman Cometh havoc they will wreak
With Gungnir in His hand Geri and Freki at His side He strides above Asgard seeing far and wide – For he is Odin known as Woden to some Sing loudly in His honour not meekly or a feeble hum – Huginn and Muninn are His faithful eyes Watching Midgard as His most eager spies…
The Raven watching us The Owl watching over us – Legends of Lore Or Embodiments of more – In these I trust
The sound of the forest, wind and water emanate the wondrous music you play For you are Fossegrim, Lord of the Strings when we hear your melody our troubles are taken away
Huginn and Muninn The raven messengers of old Observing from mountain to wold If you see a raven take care what they see For they may take note and report back to He
From the Horn of Plenty the drunken warriors drink ale The battle is won the bloody victorious homeward sail
For the thunder roars as the Valkyries assault No man, no beast can bring to a halt – For the earth shakes as the Valkyries scream The atmosphere boils with forbidding steam – Foe gracelessly fall to the Sisters of Doom All the vanquished have is their everlasting tomb
Golden Mane or Gullinbursti For that is your other name – With a glorious mane to illuminate the trail Your companion Freyr has light without fail
The Viking Graveyard with heads to the West Earthly fiery depth lying in unsettled rest