The rough storm
has robbed me
Of my best riches,
It's cruel to recall The loss of that kinsman,
The safeguard, the shield Of the house has sailed
Out in the death's darkness
To a dearer place.
(from Egil's Saga)
Folkish Odinism Dorset
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