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THE land was pale with famine	A
And racked with fever pain	B
The frozen fiords were fishless	C
The earth withheld her grain	B
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Men saw the boding Fylgja	D
Before them come and go	E
And through their dreams the Urdarmoon	B
From west to east sailed slow	E
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Jarl Thorkell of Thevera	F
At Yule time made his vow	G
On Rykdal's holy Doom stone	B
He slew to Frey his cow	G
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To bounteous Frey he slew her	F
To Skuld the younger Norn	B
Who watches over birth and death	H
He gave her calf unborn	B
	-
And his little gold haired daughter	F
Took up the sprinkling rod	I
And smeared with blood the temple	J
And the wide lips of the god	I
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Hoarse below the winter water	F
Ground its ice blocks o'er and o'er	F
Jets of foam like ghosts of dead waves	C
Rose and fell along the shore	F
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The red torch of the Jokul	J
Aloft in icy space	C
Shone down on the bloody Horg stones	C
And the statue's carven face	C
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And closer round and grimmer	F
Beneath its baleful light	K
The Jotun shapes of mountains	C
Came crowding through the night	K
	-
The gray haired Hersir trembled	L
As a flame by wind is blown	B
A weird power moved his white lips	C
And their voice was not his own	B
	-
'The AEsir thirst ' he muttered	M
'The gods must have more blood	N
Before the tun shall blossom	O
Or fish shall fill the flood	N
	-
'The AEsir thirst and hunger	F
And hence our blight and ban	B
The mouths of the strong gods water	F
For the flesh and blood of man	B
	-
'Whom shall we give the strong ones	C
Not warriors sword on thigh	P
But let the nursling infant	Q
And bedrid old man die '	-
	-
'So be it ' cried the young men	B
'There needs nor doubt nor parle '	-
But knitting hard his red brows	C
In silence stood the Jarl	J
	-
A sound of woman's weeping	R
At the temple door was heard	M
But the old men bowed their white heads	C
And answered not a word	M
	-
Then the Dream wife of Thingvalla	J
A Vala young and fair	F
Sang softly stirring with her breath	H
The veil of her loose hair	F
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She sang 'The winds from Alfheim	O
Bring never sound of strife	S
The gifts for Frey the meetest	M
Are not of death but life	S
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'He loves the grass green meadows	C
The grazing kine's sweet breath	H
He loathes your bloody Horg stones	C
Your gifts that smell of death	H
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'No wrong by wrong is righted	M
No pain is cured by pain	B
The blood that smokes from Doom rings	C
Falls back in redder rain	B
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'The gods are what you make them	O
As earth shall Asgard prove	T
And hate will come of hating	R
And love will come of love	U
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'Make dole of skyr and black bread	M
That old and young may live	V
And look to Frey for favor	F
When first like Frey you give	W
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'Even now o'er Njord's sea meadows	C
The summer dawn begins	C
The tun shall have its harvest	M
The fiord its glancing fins '	-
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Then up and swore Jarl Thorkell	J
'By Gimli and by Hel	J
O Vala of Thingvalla	J
Thou singest wise and well	J
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'Too dear the AEsir's favors	C
Bought with our children's lives	C
Better die than shame in living	R
Our mothers and our wives	C
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'The full shall give his portion	B
To him who hath most need	M
Of curdled skyr and black bread	M
Be daily dole decreed '	-
	-
He broke from off his neck chain	B
Three links of beaten gold	M
And each man at his bidding	R
Brought gifts for young and old	M
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Then mothers nursed their children	B
And daughters fed their sires	C
And Health sat down with Plenty	M
Before the next Yule fires	C
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The Horg stones stand in Rykdal	J
The Doom ring still remains	C
But the snows of a thousand winters	C
Have washed away the stains	C
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Christ ruleth now the Asir	F
Have found their twilight dim	O
And wiser than she dreamed of old	M
The Vala sang of Him	O

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