This blog will focus on historical accuracy and reconstructionism but also on the contemporary religion and sometimes wander into other heathenry, like Anglo - Saxon faith, Odinism, Theodism and so on.
There will however never be any bigotry, homophobia, anti Semitism or stupid ideas of a "pure" Germanic race.
“Vanirs lord and king of Elves,Sap is rising in the tree trunk, Frey stands proud and spring time young, Hail thou warm time, Lust and life from Sunnas light,Sap is rising in the tree trunk, Gifts of Gods to mankinds homes, Hail thou warm time, Song of birds and mankinds choirs, Sap is rising in the tree trunk, Born is that which never dies, Hail thou warm time, Hail to Aering Hail to Frith, Sap is rising in the tree trunk, Hail to this our custom is, Hail thou warm time, “
Needs some tweeking to fit better with the melody, but..
This is a genuine 800 year old Troubadour song, arranged here for solo lyre, & written by Walther Von Der Vogelweide called “Palästinalied”. Here are some interesting details about the song from Wikipedia:
“Palästinalied was written in connection with the Fifth Crusade (1217-1221). Although it is a political-religious propaganda song describing a crusade into the Holy Land, it is atypical for a song of this kind in that it also recognizes the claim of all Abrahamic religions to the Holy Land, although finally asserting that the Christian cause is the “right one” in the last strophe:
Kristen juden und die heiden jehent daz dis ir erbe sî got müesse ez ze rehte scheiden dur die sîne namen drî al diu werlt diu strîtet her wir sîn an der rehten ger. reht ist daz er uns gewer
This strophe can be translated as follows: Christians, Jews and Heathens claim this to be their heritage. God has to assign it in the right way, for His three names. The whole world is coming battling here - our cause is right. It is right that He is granting it to us.”
Despite all the pointless religious intolerance (as the words to this song certainly testify!), and the sheer bloody brutality of the Crusades, at least they resulted some amazing, utterly timeless melodies, like this!
This is a genuine 800 year old Troubadour song, arranged here for solo lyre, & written by King Richard the Lion Heart, whilst imprisoned during the Crusades! The song he wrote, over 800 year ago, is called “Ja Nus Hons Pris”…
“Ja nus hons pris ne dira sa reson Adroitement, s’ensi com dolans non; Mes par confort puet il fere chancon, Moult ai d’amis, mes povre sont li don; Hont en avront, se por ma reancon Or sai je bien de voir certainement Que mors ne pris n’a ami ne parent, Quant hon me lait por or ne por argent. Moult m’est de moi, mes plus m’est de ma gent, Qu’apres ma mort avront reprochier grant, Se longuement sui pris.”
Here the English translation:
No prisoner ever tells his story objectively; rather, it is cloaked in sorrow. To comfort himself, however, he may write a song: I have many friends, but their gifts are few. Dishonor will be theirs if I remain in prison these two winters; my ransom unpaid.
My men and my barons, from England, Normandy, Poitou, and Gascony, know that I would never forsake even the least of my friends. I do no say this as a reproach. Still… I remain a prisoner.