Vithar Herren December 25, 1993
An Ase I wit Alfadhir Wod
One-eyed He wanders
All over the globe
No steading is safe From self-wounded Wod
Mead is His drink Many declare.
Feast after ritual, Few will retire,
Symbel is next, served near the fire.
Skalds rise singing speak songs of worship.
Hearing the words of hallowed Wod
Ring through the worlds, Reginn gather.
Blood-brew of dwarves brightens the Hof
As folk recite frith fills the Fane.
Lopt's brother listens logging the lore
of boasts to Valorious bragging or lies.
Words wielded wisely wreak wealful wyrd.
Who speak staves untrothful Not Norns' design,
Remember this rede Ropt is Maligned!