The Power of Wuotan.
Now,
it’s rushing through Your veins, oh friend, the power of Wuotan.
You can’t control and can’t reverse the power of Wuotan.
It’s not from you but it is Yours,
the power of Wuotan.
And
will to do just what though shall…the
power of Wuotan.
It is source of the poets’ lip-streams and
makes you as huge as a
mountain and those old berserkers don’t seem so crazy anymore Wearing their
wolfskins and twisting their bodies to the bad rhythms of the Earth… Now you know - they
are intoxicated with the power of the God Wuotan.
It
won’t stop just take it! Take it take it take it!... the power of Wuotan!
Oh, what your relatives are going to say about the madness in Your dreamy
eyes and that unnatural smile, ei?
How
are you going to explain to your good friends that you are possessed, so possessed
that you are grinding your teeth and you can’t be their friend no more?
That’s
the Old Spear Thrower that has gotten you, my friend. Now you have to be the
Healer and the Killer. The Lock and the Key. The Horse and Its Rider. The Lover
and the Beloved. All of It in One.. and capable of anything.
The
runes have been discovered and blooded. And the power is unmasking the face of
God slowly but steadily. You have
mastered the pen, but do you know how to use the sword that bites deep into
flesh like a mad dog, leaving no choices?
We
were taught that it’s a sin to feel powerful and obtrusive.
To intensely
desire and be loved in return. To use wit and be smart – “sure, why not die as
sheep?”
the
Wolves are convincing the herd…
No.
That Won’t do . Will pray to the Old Powers. Unite with the Old Gods; The
Eternal Allies will be our friends, and enter the ring where only freedom is
real; die free if needed, and keep dancing on the other side with those old
berserkers, twisting your body to the bad rhythms of the Other Earth…
Now
you know, oh friend that there is no salvation and yes, you destined to forever
be intoxicated with the power of the God Wuotan.
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