Muninn’s laughter,
Muninn slaughter,
Across the battlefield.
I hear the call,
It sounds like laughter,
Laughing at the dead.
Odin rides,
Above the battle,
Looking for the dead.
Eight legs spinning,
Horse or tree,
Before the Wild Hunt.
Freyja rides,
Amongst the dead,
Her cats they pull before.
The valkyries prowl,
Amongst the slain,
And divide then for the gods.
Muninn laughs,
And Huginn cackles,
For today the feast is large.
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 9:45 PM UTC
Muninn’s laughter,
Muninn slaughter,
Across the battlefield.
I hear the call,
It sounds like laughter,
Laughing at the dead.
Odin rides,
Above the battle,
Looking for the dead.
Eight legs spinning,
Horse or tree,
Before the Wild Hunt.
Freyja rides,
Amongst the dead,
Her cats they pull before.
The valkyries prowl,
Amongst the slain,
And divide then for the gods.
Muninn laughs,
And Huginn cackles,
For today the feast is large.
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