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Beowulf by MikeMahle
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Úlfhéðnar Sigil Design
I really like the double wolf pattern created for this sigil. It reminds me of the famous “yin/yang” symbol. The runic inscription (Younger Futhark) reads “Úlfhéðnar, No Mercy, Only Violence”Artwork by WolfKingVicious

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Úlfhéðnar Sigil Design

I really like the double wolf pattern created for this sigil. It reminds me of the famous “yin/yang” symbol. The runic inscription (Younger Futhark) reads “Úlfhéðnar, No Mercy, Only Violence”
Artwork by WolfKingVicious

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Odin woodcarving by alesthewoodcarver
A passage from the Poetic Edda is carved around the base in Futhark runes.

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Odin woodcarving by alesthewoodcarver

A passage from the Poetic Edda is carved around the base in Futhark runes.
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'Thor fights Jormangandr' by raven tales

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'Thor fights Jormangandr' by raven tales

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Valknjöggr - A great dragon appointed by Odin to watch over Valhalla, whilst the Einherjar prepare for Ragnarok. It is believed that this creature was crafted by the bark of Yggdrasil, a fingernail from the frost giant Ymir as well as Odin’s own wisdom, Thor’s strength, and Tyr’s courage and loyalty. Once the soul of a slain hero is brought to Asgaard, they are judged by Valknjöggr before they are allowed passage to the great hall of the slain, Valhalla. ~ via Clyde Hays from pinterest

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Valknjöggr - A great dragon appointed by Odin to watch over Valhalla, whilst the Einherjar prepare for Ragnarok. It is believed that this creature was crafted by the bark of Yggdrasil, a fingernail from the frost giant Ymir as well as Odin’s own wisdom, Thor’s strength, and Tyr’s courage and loyalty. Once the soul of a slain hero is brought to Asgaard, they are judged by Valknjöggr before they are allowed passage to the great hall of the slain, Valhalla. ~ via Clyde Hays from pinterest

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Snow covers the battle scene, seeing death amongst the evergreens.A shield and sword in my grip, in the snow we all stumble and slip.Have I chosen a cold dead end road, a grave and dew-licked grass as my abode.Flat on my back I see a clear sky, and a Valkyrie in my view as I lie.Did I close my eyes, is this tale true, did these maidens choose me and you? Did I close my eyes, is this tale true, does Valhalla exist for me and you? Ice covers a river-side dream, it breaks pulling me under the stream.Sunlight drowns and daylight disappears, an eclipse shrouding the mighty sphere.Then a female voice spoke, softly saying things, a myriad of watery swirls transform into a horse with wings.A body appeared to which the voice did belong, to Asgard she whispered, like a heroine in a song.Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears, am I really a hero, my vision of Valhalla so clear? Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears, as Odin steps forward I say goodbye to my fears.We cross a rainbow bridge to the other side, amongst the clouds where heroes of battle reside.Stood at the doors of silver, my wonder unsurpassed, chosen by King Odin to live a life of ever last.In the hall of heroes, its walls lamented with shields, I am paralysed by the splendour that it yields.You must understand my friend that this tale is true, for Valhalla and Valkyries exist for me and you. 

~ Poem by Dale Mullock

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Snow covers the battle scene, 
seeing death amongst the evergreens.
A shield and sword in my grip, 
in the snow we all stumble and slip.
Have I chosen a cold dead end road, 
a grave and dew-licked grass as my abode.
Flat on my back I see a clear sky, 
and a Valkyrie in my view as I lie.

Did I close my eyes, is this tale true, 
did these maidens choose me and you? 
Did I close my eyes, is this tale true, 
does Valhalla exist for me and you? 

Ice covers a river-side dream, 
it breaks pulling me under the stream.
Sunlight drowns and daylight disappears, 
an eclipse shrouding the mighty sphere.
Then a female voice spoke, softly saying things, 
a myriad of watery swirls transform into a horse with wings.
A body appeared to which the voice did belong, 
to Asgard she whispered, like a heroine in a song.

Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears, 
am I really a hero, my vision of Valhalla so clear? 
Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears, 
as Odin steps forward I say goodbye to my fears.

We cross a rainbow bridge to the other side, 
amongst the clouds where heroes of battle reside.
Stood at the doors of silver, my wonder unsurpassed, 
chosen by King Odin to live a life of ever last.
In the hall of heroes, its walls lamented with shields, 
I am paralysed by the splendour that it yields.
You must understand my friend that this tale is true, 
for Valhalla and Valkyries exist for me and you. 

~ Poem by Dale Mullock
hedendom:

It is Thorsday! Hail to the thunderer!
Art by derylbraun

hedendom:

It is Thorsday! Hail to the thunderer!

Art by derylbraun