Odin! With a bird’s eye view of Midgard The Allfather watches all of us Beloved by humans He has wisdom for mortals for he loves them Hail Odin! Huggin and Munnin whisper everything they see over Midgaard to the Allfather’s ear Sitting on Odin’s shoulders they watch his warriors drink and feast in Valhalla hearing the tales from warriors at the table Fly everyday you do Each one of you take turns From day and night Return you do Dutifully to the Allfather Huginn the Watcher of Odin Thoughtful you are You watch His beloved humans make sacrifices to honor the Allfather In your presence you reveal yourself to notify Odin is pleased with their sacrifice Huginn and Munnin fly over battles once fought with his other ravens to decide which soul is honorable enough to make it to Valhalla

I gaze up the Cosmos and I see Sol and her twin brother Mani Riding through the sky on their winged chariots day and night since the birth of Time In the distance 2 wolves named Skoll and Hati try to hunt them until Ragnarok begins, bringing chaos once more to the Cosmos when Ragnarok dawns Birthed by Fenriz, he awaits their kids to capture their beloved prey While he remains chainbound to a rock created by the Dwarves for biting off Tyr’s hand Bitterly he tries to break free from his chains but to no avail until Ragnarok begins The Day of Reckoning is soon at hand Eons ago, there was once chaos in the Cosmos the Sun and Moon were guideless and Time was not in balance In a quest to find Guides for the Sun and Moon, the Gods turn to Midgard in the hopes of finding their Guides One fateful day, the Gods hear of a narcissistic man named Mundilfari boasting about how beautiful his children were that rivaled the Gods In a fit of rage, the mighty Gods punished Mundilfari for his treachery by kidnapping his children and forced them to ride winged chariots to guide the Sun and the Moon until Ragnarok At long last, Time has brought the Cosmos to balance Law and order follows And harmony thereafter, once more pushing back against the forces of Chaos at bay for now Heil the Aesir and Vanir!

Great world tree that reaches the Heavens! It’s roots running deep into the world past Niflheim and to the Nine Realms! Yonder past the heavens reaching Sol and Mani! Jörmungandr the World Serpent encircles Midgard waiting for the Dreaded Note to commence Ragnarok! I gaze up the heavens in awe of its beauty! Sunlight shining through its branches I bask in the warmth of Sol’s embrace! Deep quaking from underneath gnawing at the roots of Yggdrasil lies the black dragon Nidhoggr! Midgard trembles as the roots get gnawed by him! Mountains shake and Odin’s raven’s fly away from trees! Gazing up the heavens I see Sol and Mani on their winged chariots trailing a beautiful blaze in the Northern Sky! I ponder on the meaning of life as I revel on this revelations waiting for Ragnarok to happen! ‘ On my knees in the forests of Midgard I meditate and pray to Odin for his wisdom asking him why is Midgard so beautiful! He replied for he loves us and to enjoy the gifts I have provided for you! I learn of this and thank the Allfather for his wisdom! Hail Odin and the Aesir!

There once were two outlaws from eons ago No honorable man would dare trust them Vikings would speak of them throughout the ages Many hearts fluttered when they heard the beast’s howls in the night Fenriz’ children often nearby Ferocious beasts with terrible strength that can rip a man to pieces By Odin’s beard they were not trusted by any mortal Man One faithful day they came across a luxurious home They had many fine furs and trophies It seemed abandoned Sigmund and Sinfjötli so they’ve thought Foolish for they not knew what was yet to come The owners were steadily asleep at night when Sigmund and Sinfjötli noticed these two particular furs It called out to them Lusting for adventure the thieves stole the furs from the sleeping owners and dawned on the enchanted wolf furs For 9 days they are werewolves and 1 day they transform back into humans Sigmund and Sinfjötli put on the fur and immediately become werewolves The pelt’s magic allows them to understand the wolf language Sigmund and Sinfjötli make a pact to go their separate ways but only meet up when in dire need One frightful day, Sigmund howls calling out to his son Sinfjötli for his aid to defeat 7 hunters Later Sinfjötli gets attacked by 11 mighty hunters and the mighty beast kills all hunters himself Sigmund finds him and asked him why he didn’t called out to him Sinfjötli boasted about not needing help to defeat more than 7 humans Sigmund in a fit of rage sinks his jaws into his son’s throat With instant regret he regrets attacking his son for he is now limp And the regret of stealing the wolf pelts kicks in Sigmund returns to the house they raided to find it empty of the previous owners He pleas to the Gods to heal his wounded son Odin willing he heard his pleas and Sigmund finds weasels fighting and one runs to get a herb Sigmund searches for the herb to no avail until one of Odin’s crows appears with the magic herb Sigmund puts the herb on his son’s neck and he is instantly healed On the tenth day the loving father and son vow not to do this again and became human again They built a campfire and burn the werewolf pelts to ashes

Wolves from the North! Distant wolf howls in the Norwegian moonlit night sky Howl in symphonic hymn to their Chaotic Lord Loki Fenrir grows bigger and stronger with each passing day as he tugs away at his golden chain bound to a rock until Ragnarok beacons For the plight of the wolfs is at hand They hunt ferociously in sanctimonious harmony with werewolves to hunt their prey The struggle to survive is difficult but they shall survive in these harsh winters They fight to the top amongst their clans to achieve the title of Alpha and get the first bite Feverously the deer tries to run away from their predators but to no avail Wolves biting away at the deer’s legs they fall and the Alpha wolf deals the final blow in one fowl swoop Their hunt bore fruit and they live for another day The rise of the wolf emboldens the Vikings eager to charge into battle Their Berserkers rush into battle and destroy their Abrahamic invaders with primal bloodlust Their plight will not be forgotten In hatred they unite they stand against their Abrahamic invaders They stand boldly and ferociously fight the Abrahamic invading their sacred land Eager to please Odin for a chance to Valhalla they spill Abrahamic blood to the soil Their blood shall help the grass grow and their pathetic bodies shall nourish the Midgardian soil Hail Wotan the God of War and Wisdom! Your wisdom guides the worthy ones and the weak ones shall perish Viva Europa!