Freya Aswynn / Sixth Comm : VOLUSPA
Silence I ask from the holy kindred. Sons of Heimdal, high and low.
As your wish Valfather, I shall relate the old songs of men I remember.
Heid I am called by men, when I visit their homes, a far seeing witch,
wise in Runes’ Chanter of spells, cunning in magic, to the wickedest of women always welcome.
Arn rings and necklaces, Odin, you gave me, to learn my secrets, to be taught my craft.
Wider and wider throught the world I see.
I sat outside of myself when you came to see me, terror of the Gods, and gazed in my eyes.
What is your question? Why try to tempt me? Odin! I know where you hid your eye.
Submerged in the well of Mimir. Each morning Mimir drinks in memory of Valfather’s pledge.