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This request was made by Maleck for Freyr, returning victorious from the Mound.
The roads of Hel are known to me
Over the Bridge and through forest and field
I walk with the knowledge of ancient paths
Tread by my blood-soaked feet
The ways between are trod in silence
Vitality in each step, and life springing forth
I walk and life returns in my steps from Death
Antler swaying on a cord at my side
Helheim’s lands roll up to the frozen ground
Ice stretches beyond the horizons and snow blankets all
I walk and little mosses grace my passing
Steam cleansing my warming corpse
Fire graces my bare chest and plants warm kisses
Nerves and sinew stretch and reach and sigh
I walk and ashes cling to my steps
My fingers grace dark wood that breathes new life
The noiseless yawn moves the air
Potential and nothing settle peace in my heart and mind
I walk between a roiling river and the liminal breath
My path winding about the current’s course
The deep dark earth welcomes my journey
Singing picks and voices accompany my torchlit steps
I walk by and see the forges and yards of mighty crafters
Passing, my gaze full of witness to glory and might
Forests line the mouth’s exit
Silvery voices welcome me home and bid me stay
I walk in silence, refusal spoken in my stride
My hof’s door left open for my return
Trackless woods and deep valleys invite me
Animals saunter and monsters track my way
I walk without fear among the Jötnar home
For my gifts bring peace and life to Them as well
Fields of wheat wave in greeting to me
Orchards and lakes and sagging bushes thank my passing
I walk in fertile places that I have renewed
My birthplace heralds my passage and bids me return
The peaks of homes kiss the clouds and the walls open their arms
Work and war clash around my ears, familiar calls ring out
I walk unbound in the halls and gaze upon the seeing seat
Memories follow me on the rainbow road
The expanse of Jörð invites me, finally
The blood-stained sickle gripped in my wet-eyed wife’s hand
I walk and lie in the mound She has made and breathe
Reborn and victorious I rise again
Sarenth Odinsson 