Heathen Song (Clang, clang, clang on the anvil) - By: Michaela Macha
The Forging of Manifestation, Courtesy of Bress G. Nicneven
CLANG, clang, clang on the anvil,
In the smithy, by the dark North Sea;
Is it Thor who is smiting with the hammer?
In the fire, is it Odin´s ecstasy?
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
We forge anew the flame of heathenry!
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
And the flames of Midgard´s forges leap,
When Thor with his red beard glowing
strikes a song of the thunder rumbling deep.
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil.
For the hands, the hands of the heathen may not sleep.
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
And the hammers of all Midgard leap;
And Odin with his one eye glowing
Tempers soul-steel in the waters of the deep.
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil.
For the heart, the heart of the heathen may not sleep.
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
On the margin of the soul-bright sea.
Is is Odin´s breath within the bellows?
Is it Thor where the sparks are flying free?
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
We forge anew the flame of heathenry!
In the smithy, by the dark North Sea;
Is it Thor who is smiting with the hammer?
In the fire, is it Odin´s ecstasy?
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
We forge anew the flame of heathenry!
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
And the flames of Midgard´s forges leap,
When Thor with his red beard glowing
strikes a song of the thunder rumbling deep.
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil.
For the hands, the hands of the heathen may not sleep.
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
And the hammers of all Midgard leap;
And Odin with his one eye glowing
Tempers soul-steel in the waters of the deep.
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil.
For the heart, the heart of the heathen may not sleep.
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
On the margin of the soul-bright sea.
Is is Odin´s breath within the bellows?
Is it Thor where the sparks are flying free?
Clang, clang, clang on the anvil,
We forge anew the flame of heathenry!
