Poetry



Under the Shadow of Mount Tūalf'seni
by Nikarev Leshy

Standing silently beneath your ancient gaze
Do I hear the call of winters moon
And brought to my mind that elder tone
Of cold winds howling through knotted trees

As the dragons breath flows through damp leaves
That shattered mist of times gone by
I kneel before your earthbound stone
And etch on wood runes of sacred oath

Here I lay my mark of the older ways
Under Tūalf'seni's mighty shadow cast
With ravens sound carried on frost wind
Does this soil accept my offering

I raise these spirits of darkened wood
And to the gods do I offer my whispers
Casting sacred words of honour forth
Do I see ancestral spirit burn bright.

With banner risen I see mighty Fylfot aflame
As ritual smoke rises through oaken skies
And my offerings are heard by the elder ones
For the woven web is threaded in my eyes deep

Copyright © 2011 Nikarev Leshy
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The Calling
by Nikarev Leshy


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We Are The Storm...
by Nikarev Leshy
 
We are the storm
The howling in the wind
And the flutter of the wings.
 
We are the storm
The roar in the thunder
And the current beneath the calm.
 
We are the storm
The bitter cold in the precious air
And the sap within the hardened bark
 
We are the storm
The beauty within volcanic chaos
And the light beyond darkened skies.
 
We are the storm
The plague unseen in flesh and bone
And the curse uttered in silent whisper
 
We are the storm
The sight from mountainous trails
And the ravenous hunger of the starving
 
We are the storm
The crack in the slavers whip
And the soil beneath hallowed stone
 
We are the storm
The bristling leaves in the last forest
And the water of the driest wells.
 
We are the storm
The terror in the darkest night
And the inner voice of the silenced
 
We are the storm
The order built from havocs end
And the snow on a winters morn.
 
We are the storm... The bringers of light
 
Copyright © 2012 Nikarev Leshy (Victor Ordell L. Kasen)

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A Contemporary Mystic
by Nikarev Leshy
 
It is a strange thing today
To many who have not travelled my path
That my ways are anomalous
And myself of some inherent evil
 
But my ways are older than theirs
My ways are rooted deep within me
They are not of some far off land
But springs from my very folk-soul

 I live this day with the knowledge of those gone by
Striving to walk the path my ancestors had trodden
And paved for me to walk with pride and honour
Paved to be survived and furthered

 This path I tread is not a lonely path
Followed it is by those of blood but of lands afar
It is one of which that will never end
A journey to which my erudition only grows

It is a strange thing today
The life of a contemporary mystic
Copyright © 2011 Nikarev Leshy (Victor Ordell L. Kasen)
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Se Blod Gerynelic (The Blood Mystical)
by Nikarev Leshy

It is a mystery ever flowing within me
Of times gone past and stretching afar
Flowing freely from flesh to vein
And from my soul to once shadowed sight

Rays from the sun shine bright within me
Filling my being with eternal thought
Fair riders from the Northern sky rain down
Upon me in my later years still fit to fight

It's the mystery of blood that flows within me
From my line and of times gone past, stretching afar
Swirling and surging all around me
It is the mystery of the blood - Se Blod Gerynelic

Copyright © 2011 Nikarev Leshy (Victor Ordell L. Kasen)
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ODINIST PROUD
by Nikarev Leshy
Inspired by and dedicated to the Odinic Rite & all my Odinist kinfolk worldwide.

Do you see the Gods of land?
Do you hear the call at hand?
Are you living with nature's command?
Are you Odinist Proud?

Do you wear your Hammer strong,
In the face of all that's wrong?
Do you honour you folk of past?
Are you Odinist proud?

Are you united to the Gods of sea?
Do you revere in nature's glee?
Do you give your honour free?
Are you Odinist Proud?

Do you honour the ways of old?
And stand erect, proud and bold?
Do you let it be said and told…
That you are Odinist Proud?

Are you a model to your folk?
Fine of moral and honour evoke?
Proud of kin and all achieved?
Are you Odinist Proud?

To walk the way of times of old,
Bringing them into the modern abode,
Bonded with blood and faith of folk…
Are you Odinist Proud?

Let's mark the way of our people's path,
Ground in stone and made to last,
Let's show our folk the faith to future from past,
Let's stand and be Odinist proud!

Faith, Folk & Family

Copyright © 2004 Nikarev Leshy (Victor Ordell L. Kasen)
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This Is My Suicide Note

Long I have dreamed of what could have been
But foolish and selfish has been me
And darkness envelopes for that not seen
Tis’ my final journey over burning sea

Oh what a life to leave behind
And what a time to waste away
To be and not I have been blind
Now for the final chime doth sway

And as I lay, reminisce of our best days
The hurt builds that you I pained
To sit and think I spend in gaze
I lost all that I could have easily gained

I would move the earth and black out the sun
For you there is nothing I wouldn’t do
But too late the hour and the caress of my gun
Is all I have left in the morning dew

If I had only seen and taken that step
For life worth living is all that you gave
But now all that remains is lifeless
And my endless sleep beckons

I cannot save nor be that one
My time has been and thrown to deep
And up to now have always looked back
I only wish I could have been me

For if only I saw the truth that you held,
I would take to hights your heart, no shell
Yet the blackness is rising making shadows long
And this final stretch is my dying song

As I walk towards the end that life has spun
I take a step and grasp my coat
Because when all is said and ultimately done
This is my final suicide note

Copyright © Neil G. Hiatt, December 2010
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Hrafnblóð
- Across The Pagan Vastlands -

Lyrics written exclusively for Hrafnblóð by Nikarev Leshy, winter 2010/11 - Scrobbesbyrigscīr, Englalond.


('Across the Pagan Vastlands' is dedicated to my Slavic comrades 'Darken' of Graveland and 'Varggoth' of Nokturnal Mortum. Sława!)

Link: http://nikarevleshy.blogspot.com/2011/08/across-pagan-vastlands-lyrics-written.html
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Glory of Sacral Fylfot Rising
 http://nikarevleshy.blogspot.com/2011/07/glory-of-sacral-fylfot-rising.html

Your rays of light descend upon this land
Gleaming as once in ancient times past
Bringing forth warmth and might as one
We hail the coming dawn of the rising sun

Spinning wheel of the cycles of life
Powerful symbol of glory and strife
In the eye of the High One and Hammer we see
Protection, blessings and solstice are thee

Whirling sunwheel of celestial Ur
Greatness in life and magisterial death
We honour the Ond held deep within
And rebirth of our kith and kin

Flaming cross at equinox we raise
In tribute to your almighty gaze
Axis of Yggdrasil rotating the all
In lightness and dark your power doth enthral

Generating order and chaos you bring
Seasonal change down on the wind
Pride and purity you do instil
Bearer of Rita, might is your will

Elemental forces and primordial flare
Rotating, radiance and splendour thou bare
Sacral Fylfot rising in wonder so high
Almighty symbol bright in darkened sky

Copyright  © 2261 RE Nikarev Leshy
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Wear Thy Hammer
by Sylvia Stevens



Do you wear your Hammer?

Do you wear your Hammer
Around your neck each day?
Does it say 'I'm Asatru!'
Or is it tucked away?

Does your speech do credit
To Asatruar kind
Or do your friends have cause to doubt
Your cleanliness of mind?

Will you answer truly
When asked your state of faith?
Do you, in face of Christendom
Vanish like a wraith?

Do you search for knowledge
And credit Odhinn's aid?
Do you show Frigg's charity
and love that will not fade?

Have you defended clan and kin
Against the sland'rer's edge?
Or have you, by your nod,
Helped to drive the wedge?

Are you fost'ring hatred
In breast that should be clean?
Are you worthy of the task
Or are your motives mean?

What you do today, my friend,
Is how you shall be known.
And by infrence, all of US
By your actions, shown!

And thus do Asatruarfolk
All, each other represent!
In thought, and word and action.
In garb and temperament.

And we ALL represent the Gods
For from Them, we descend!
REMEMBER that fact DAILY
My Asatruar friend!

Do you wear your Hammer
For Asatruar Kind?
You must wear it on your clothing
AND WEAR IT ON YOUR MIND!




THE HAMMER SONG (song of blotar)

From "Interview With A Gothi: Heimgest, DCG-OR Speaks"

Allfather, Valfather, can you hear our call?
Allfather, Valfather, high in Asgardh's halls.
Hung on the holy tree, nine nights for lore.
Allfather, Valfather, can you hear our call?

Balder, shining one, can you hear our call?
Balder, brightest sun, can you hear our call?
Hail we the life-giver! Hail the rising sun!
Balder, shining one, can you hear our call?

Hail Freyr, Sig this day!
Peace and plenty more.
Hail Freyr, Sig this day!
Kinsmens' deeds recalled.

“Soft are your fields so green that whisper tales of gore.”
Hail Freyr, Sig this day!
Pleace and plenty more.

Hail Thor, Hammerlord, giants' steads to fall.
Drink till your merry boys, drink till the dawn.
Hail Thor, Hammerlord, can you hear our call?

Allfather, Val-father, can you hear our call?
Allfather, Val-father, high in Asgardh's halls.
Hung on the holy tree, nine nights for lore.
Allfather, Val-father, can you hear our call?

Copyright [C] The Odinic Rite



Posted with permission from Hengest Thorsson, OR (transalated into German by Swanie)
 From "Interview With A Gothi: Heimgest, DCG-OR Speaks"

Das Hammerlied
Allvater, Walvater, kannst du unser Rufen hör‘n?
Allvater, Walvater, hoch oben in Asgard's Hallen.
Hingst am dem heiligen Baum, neun Nächte um Wissen.
Allvater, Walvater, kannst du unser Rufen hör‘n.

Balder, Scheinender, kannst du unser Rufen hör‘n?
Balder, schönste Sonne, kannst du unser Rufen hör‘n?
Heil dem Lebensgeber! Heil der aufgehenden Sonne!
Balder, Scheinender, kannst du unser Rufen hör‘n?

Heil, Freyr, siege an diesen Tag!
Frieden und Fülle noch mehr.
Heil Freyr, siege an diesem Tag!
Verwandte rufen dich herab.

„Sanft sind deine Felder, die so grün
flüstern Geschichten aus altem Geblüt.“
Heil, Freyr, siege an diesem Tag!
Frieden und Fülle noch mehr.


Heil, Thor, Hammerfürst, Riesen fallen auf der Stell‘.
Trinkt bis wir fröhlich sind, Jungs, trinkt bis zum Morgengraun
Heil Thor, Hammerfürst, kannst du unser Rufen hör‘n?

Allvater, Walvater, kannst du unser Rufen hör‘n?
Allvater, Walvater, hoch oben in Asgard's Hallen.
Hingst am dem heiligen Baum, neun Nächte um Wissen.
Allvater, Walvater, kannst du unser Rufen hör‘n.
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