1. Tuistos Herz (Tuisto's Heart)On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in Ska?inawjo - the islesof Ska?is - a blonde, fur-clad man immortalises his memory ofMannus, the oldest Ing. A large manlike shape is engraved in therock; bloodred in colour, with a large phallus.His hands are stretching toward the sky. Mannus, the son ofTuisto, made sure his tribe survived the cold north together withhis sons; Inguz, Herminuz and Istwo. Tuisto's heart is warmed bythe sight of his descendants; he knows the gods are notforgotten. Then - he reasons - there is hope after all, for thecoming generations.2. Der Tod Wuotans (The Death of Wuotan)Drums of war sound. Warriors are gathered to fight on the Wigri?rplain. Charging men, wolves, ravens and gods, worms and beasts ofdarkness; the plain is lit with fire. Blood is flowing, bits offlesh, severed limbs, smashed skulls and bodies lie strewn acrossthe plain. Screams cut the air, screams of anger and pain, thesound of metal blades and armour clashing, clubs smashing bodies.Then, for a brief moment, everything stops. It is as if theuniverse holds its breath. Wuotan has fallen on the Wigri?rplain; swallowed by Fanjariho. For a moment the time standsstill. For Wuotan; Hail and Joy!3. AnsuzgardaraiwoVoices from the spirit world can be heard through the darkwinternights, the heartbeats of the spirit. It is the holy twelvedays of Yule. Dark shapes can be seen in the sky; riders ofdeath. They suddenly charge down from the clouds in wonderfulwilderness; kings and chieftains, thieves and murderers - all inthe same phalanx, drifting mysteriously through the air on spirithorses, arriving when least expected. Black shields, furs frombear and wolf, shining blades, open wounds and ropes still tiedaround their necks; they are Wuotan's pack of warges, the undeadand the dead - the immortal warriors of Ansuzgarda! Thewerewolves haunt the sacred twelve days of Yule in packs, lookingafter the living; hail the sacred traditions, hail the spirits ofthe dead, hail the holy ritual of Wuotan, or face the wrath ofthe Ansuz and the hooves of Sleipnir. Face the Ansuzgardaraiwo!4. Die Liebe Nerpus' (Nerpus' Love)Happy men and women follow a trail in the woods. The follow awagon led by a priest, towards a holy lake. Wonderful colours,dancing happy people, the scene is nature's love. Dancing alongare the thralls, the sacrifice to Mother Earth, this sunny day,dancing along towards a holy lake. Hail to Mother Earth, thethralls are shouting. Hail and joy, before they are strangled andlowered into the lake, happy and smiling, willingly giving theirlives to strengthen nature. Such is true love, and it's strength!5. Das einsame Trauern von Frijo (The Lonesome Mourning of Frijo)A mother mourns the loss of her son. The most wonderful man inthe world; light and shining, fair and beautiful as no other man.Light blond hair, wonderful skyblue eyes and a skin so fair itshines! Tall and handsome, strong and brave, perfect in all hisbeing. Now he is dead! Silent. Alone. Watching the lands andothers from a window up high in the clouds. Cold of sorrow,exhausted by grief; the very little remaining life is fadingaway. Too tired to move, too mournful to think of anything elsethen her dead son. The others are preparing the defense of thetown, and her husband has left to find the avenger for thekilling. Nobody thinks of her, nobody has any time for her. Sheis left alone, to mourn the death of her son.6. Die Kraft de Mitgefuehls (The Power of Empathy)The gods have just managed to tie Fanjariho to the ground. Tiwlost his right hand during the process; it was the wolf'ssecurity, a guarantee he would not be tricked; but he was indeed.His jaw has been bolted to the ground with a broadsword, and foamruns from his mouth in two rivers. The rivers Wan and Wil - ofhope and will. The gods are laughing in joy, and walk happilyback towards their home; the terrible wolf has been renderedharmless. Only Tiw is left, bleeding heavily from the wrist,watching the suffering of the wolf, as it twists its body intorment. He looks into the eyes of Fanjariho and sees its verysoul, its pain and sorrow; its dreadful faith. Getting up, hewalks back to Eron to let her heal his wound, stop his bleeding.Now he knows what it is like to see into the eyes of Fire. Hewill never be the same again, he did not only lose his hand, whenon the island with the wolf.7. Frijos goldene Tranen (Frijo's Golden Tears)Alone in the night, Fijo is crying; she has been left by herhusband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter.Thoughts of what once was flow through her mind; their play inthe green grass and under colourful trees, wonderful fields offlowers, fresh fruits and berries, and beautiful music from theelven choirs. Running waters make them dream, lakes where theybathed, riverfalls and marvelous clouds in the sky. They werehappy, they had their Golden Age. Now, all she has left are herGolden Tears, that run from her skyblue eyes, as a witness towhat once was - to what is lost forever; until a New World isborn, after Ragnarok. In the meantime, give our dear Fijo somewarm thoughts, to help her through the cold nights.8. Der weinende Hadnur (The Crying Hadnur)Hadnur the Blind shot the arrow that killed Fijo's good andshining son. The gods could not utter a single word when they sawwhat had happened. He understood that something was wrong, butnobody said anything; not to him nor to anyone else. Not for awhile. He started to cry, feeling the terrible loss, but it wastoo late. Beldegir was dead by his hands. He walked away, alone,to his house, to cry and mourn in solitude. Hated by the others,spurned by the others. He could not help it, he did know whatwould happen when he shot that arrow. He did not mean to kill hisown brother.Hadnur is waiting for the avenger to come, waiting for Woli tokill him. He regrets deeply what he has done, but knows death isthe only solution. He will be back when the new world rises fromthe ashes of the old. Then he will no longer be alone, he willmeet his brother Beldegir again, and embrace him in the grasswhere Wuotan, his dear father, was killed by Fanjariho. Then hewill no longer by the crying demon.
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