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Woden's name derives from a root akin to old English wolf
Meaning crazy, or fury
We have to rely heavily on Norse sources to understand him
Welcome

I call you all
To Woden's Hall
Your temples round
With ivy bound
In goblets crown'd
And plenteous bowls of burnish'd gold
Where ye shall laugh

The white horse neigh'd aloud

To Woden thanks we render
To Woden we have vow'd
To Woden, our defender

Woden, first to thee
A milk-white steed in battle won
We have sacrific'd

We have sacrific'd

Let our next oblation be
To Thor, thy thund'ring son

Woden, first to thee
A milk-white steed
In battle won
We have sacrificed

We have sacrificed

Let our next oblation be to Thor
Thy thundering son

Beggar

Richard Dawson

Peasant [180 Gram Vinyl] [Download Card]

2017

She's fast asleep at Woden's feet
Whilst alms I seek from thronging fairfolk
As a whelp fast to the teat
She smote me then
We've ever since been

the battle cry, loud the sound of the Saxon warrior
Victory is ours for Woden is on our side

It is here, on this day, that we fight for our freedom
These

Wēs þ​ū hā​l dēore W​ō​den
(Be thou healthy dear Woden)

Ǽfre leornere forġif mē siġe
(Ever learner grant me victory)

Cnāwan Grō​wan Healdan
(To

resin soaks my flesh, its roots caress my veins
Below the Gritstone peat, I bend to the will of Woden’s way
So mesmerized, the night reflecting in their

resin soaks my flesh, its roots caress my veins
Below the Gritstone peat, I bend to the will of Woden’s way
So mesmerized, the night reflecting in their

A Tale from the Deep Woods

Bal-Sagoth

Battle Magic

slain earns royal ire.

Gwynned lies two days westwards,
Still further south, the weregeld calls.
Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour,
My deeds may

Viðar will avenge Woden 
Restore the order to the Earth 
Váli shall revenge Baldr 
Viðar mun hefna
Váli ís born for revenge 
Thá Ér Slóknar Surtalogi

Het bloed, gesmeerd over het land... Woden heerst, keert terug met wraak
Een speer vliegt door het strijdveld, een veer dat gedragen wordt door de

mebome toma 
Me shawdy sen omotolla woden kontol a

Ose menky3n 2000
Hw3no Wona hwrom d3 2000
Herh 2000
Noho atopaa 3b3gyen b3y3 2000

Gbelemome ne ma fee

Snowstorm leads me to Hel
Woden turned away from me
I've stucked in a cage
Made of cold and misery

Frozen eye see the crow
Only he've found lost in

(Völva)
Viðar will avenge, Woden
restore the order to the Earth
Váli shall revenge, Baldr
"Viðar mun hefna,"
Váli ís born for revenge
"Thá Ér Slóknar

There I hung, up high above the world
Nine long nights, wind-swept, cold
Pierced by spear, blood against bark
A sacrifice to Woden
To myself

Deep

As my heart beats loud
Woden calls my name
Now my path is clear

the rosay 
Me bɛ to osay, sono wo sono me chale mujey



Woanya sika fa err woyɛ Dangote?
Wo asesa woden wo so wode asare botwe.
Kakra aba woho nti woyɛ

Born down in the old Canberra hospital, dragged back to Chifley where I went to school
Got my education at the Woden Plaza
Ride my pushbike down

of Woden.
Fixed up the old and built on the Roman
Ruins, replenishing what become broken.  
A thousand years pass, millennia flows. 
She’s still remembered in

Tie! Wasɛm tɔ fɛm, yɛɔkane deɛ a
Yɛbubom sei tin tin to
Wose wɔden mpo na wangyina a, yɛnane wo sɛ nkuto
Mede mahuɔden bɔ nwa, menfa mbɔ akyikyideɛ

How Have the Mighty Fallen?

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

cried,

Gleam like broken trinkets
You have worn then cast aside.

[Woden]
"Now hand-in-hand with ignorance
The power mad run blindly,
But

to the hill for The Harrowing
For the night is coming down
Come up to the hill for The Harrowing
Woden open up the ground