Blóðrúnar (Bloodrunes) | Lequonia

Blóðrúnar: Ancient Norse Poem of Sacrifice and Magic Hekk ek á meiði í nætr níu, geiri stunginn ok gumnum gefinn, sjálfr til sjálfs míns í stormi svá, rúnar nam ek með roðnum sár. Né hleif né horn mér huggnan gaf, niðr ek leit ok numna fann, æpandi greip ek alfablót, fell ek niðr í foldar þrót. (Veiztu at rista? Veiztu at ráða? Veiztu at mála? Veiztu at fá? Veiztu at blóta með blóðum reyk? Veiztu at senda í sævar kveld?) Ek kann ljóð er lægir vǫnd, vaki gumi við galdrarún, ríst ek staf á stein ok mold, dauðr mun mæla við minni orð. -------- Nine nights I hung on the wind-swept tree, Pierced by the spear and to men bestowed, I gave myself to myself in the storm’s wild throe, Runes I learned through wounds aglow. No bread nor horn brought comfort near, Down I gazed, and fates I found there, Screaming, I seized the elves’ dark prayer, Down I fell through earth’s dim lair. Know you to carve? Know you to read? Know you to paint? Know you to heed? Know you to bless with blood’s red fume? Know you to send through sea’s dusk gloom? I wield a song that stills the wand, Man awakes to the rune-spell’s bond, I carve my stave on stone and clay, The dead shall speak through words I say. #lequonia #vladkuryluk