Of Witchcraft and Darkness
That hateful witch, mother of Seiðr,
Spread her filth across Miðgarðr, her name was Heiðr.
She took our strength, and also our light
Our örlög she knew, her power quite a fright.
Her vile ways brought us the vices Nine,
Each full of hatred, opposing virtues Divine.
Murder came first, then Perjury followed,
Adultery came next, our pure love it swallowed.
Sacrilege so dark, our hearts turned cold as ice,
And Greed so destructive, a truly terrible vice.
Thievery brought terror, and destroyed much trust,
A sword became necessary, to defend with its thrust.
She spread dire Treason, to inspire treachery.
Her Slander was also a burden, with lies so slippery.
Her last curse was Cruelty, which brought naught but pain.
The Goðin sought to learn what had brought such an evil stain.
To find the reason, Nyhellenia-Gefjon set on a course,
To southern Sviþjód, to find Seiðr's source.
Through love and patience, the Ásynja