the following is an ancient song witch when uttered daily along with the songs of the 18 armanen magick ruins will help enliten ones sprit and brign knowledge of the powers of creation!
THE SONG OF ODIN
I know myself hanging on the wind cold tree for nine icy nights
wounded by the spear, consecrated to Wodan.
I consecrated to myself.
I was hanging on the mighty tree
witch conseals man, where man grew our of its roots.
They offerd me nither bread nor wine,
so I bent down in search.
I recognized the Runes, wailingly I grasped them
Untill I sank down from the tree.
Now I began to increas, to be wise
to grow and to feel wel.
From the word, word grew after word,
and deed shaped to deeds, with deeds
Now I nkow the songs like no wise on knows,
and none of the children of men.
And should these songs O human child be unlearnables
to you for shear endless time.
Grasp them, as u get hold of the
Use them, as you hear of them.
Hail you if you retain them!
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