"Those without purpose are easily distracted by pleasure." ✨ [Danheim] is one of my inspirations through the dawn of my journey and the awakening light of my karma. Thank you for your Music. https://2ly.link/24DEX

🇬🇧 text further down. 🇸🇪 En lördagshälsning i det fornnordiska versmåttet Málaháttr © Nordiska Asa-samfundet Vakna och res dig – Laugardagr randas! Stärk dina lemmar, skärp ditt sinne, låt ej tröghet tynga din hugr. Veckan är slut, verken fullbordade, nu föds ny kraft i reningens stund. Vattnet klarnar, viljan växer, styrkan dväljs i den som står fast. Hedra din ätt, hedra din hugr, hedra din kraft i gärning och ord. Styr dagen väl, låt den ej rinna, lev med ära och härska över dig själv! 🇬🇧 A Saturday greeting in the Old Norse meter Málaháttr. ©Nordiska Asa-samfundet (Nordic Asa-community) Wake and rise – the Laugardagr dawns! Strengthen your limbs, sharpen your mind, let not sluggishness weigh down your hugr. The week is done, the work is complete, now new power is born in the moment of cleansing. The waters clear, the will grows, strength dwells in the one who stands firm. Honor your kin, honor your hugr, honor your might in deed and word. Guide the day well, let it not slip away, live with honor and rule over yourself!

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Jotunheim: The Realm of Memory Part 1 Jotunheim, the world of the ancient giants, is a realm of immense wisdom and power, embodying both beauty and terror—much like human memory itself. In this timeless world, all information from the past is collected and preserved, untouched by notions of good or evil, right or wrong. As one of the oldest realms from the dawn of time, Jotunheim is inhabited by the Jotnar, giants who are the long-lived keepers of "long memory." Despite the apparent hostility between the Aesir and the Jotnar, they share a deep kinship. Both trace their origins to Ymir, the primordial ancestor, and the frost giants. This connection underscores the importance of Jotunheim, as its role in the northern tradition is integral to the cosmic narrative.

RAGNAROK (Label Artwork) 🔥SCENT🔥 Masculine Teakwood, Resinous Amber, subtle smokiness from Black Peppercorn 💡INSPIRATION💡 Ragnarök — the cataclysmic battle marking the end of gods and the dawn of a new world rising from the ashes. This rich, masculine blend captures the saga’s intensity with warm teakwood, resinous amber, and a hint of smokey pepper. Smooth yet bold, Ragnarok embodies the strength of a warrior king, the fire of destruction, and the honor of rebirth. A scent as powerful and timeless as the legends themselves. 🎨BEHIND THE SCENES🎨 ▪️I had originally planned on this design to be this massive battle scene with Sutr in the background and armies charging in, death and destruction all over the place. I had created this epic scene, sized it for the label and realized there is SO much going on this massive battlefield it just looked like noise on a label. So while I still have that artwork and may release it as a print, I had to step back a bit with a more simplistic, yet still symbolic composition to represent Ragnarok. ▪️The broken sword icon for Ragnarok was heavily inspired by Riven from League of Legends :) The Bindrune consists of four elder futhark runes: ᚾ (Nauthiz, Reversed): Represents inevitable fate and hardship, symbolizing the inescapable suffering and doom that comes with Ragnarok. Positioned at the top to set the tone of unavoidable destruction. ᚦ (Thurisaz): The core of chaos and destruction, embodying the overwhelming force of Ragnarok. It takes center stage as the heart of the bindrune, funneling all energy into its violent power. ᛏ (Tiwaz, Inverted, x2): Represents sacrifice and loss, showing the ultimate fate of gods and warriors who fall in Ragnarok. The repeated inverted Tiwaz signals multiple sacrifices, reinforcing the finality and totality of this event. I tried to make this bindrune flow like the story of Ragnarok itself: starting with the inevitability of fate at the top, descending into chaos and destruction at the center, and culminating in the sacrifices of gods and warriors below. The layered design captures the doom, power, and finality of the end of all things. www.valkyriebeardcare.com

Turning forty this November. I think my love of this time of year (in my current hemisphere) has evolved into a new sort of mourning. It's weird how things you thought you understood finally dawn on you. Autumn slowly turns to harsh and dangerous winter. (Image credit: Wikipedia - Samhain)

This is the first single for Æthyrien X, the 'eXperimental' version of Aethyrien. The goal with this side project is to retell the old Norse stories and lore through a new lens layered over modern music while not abiding by any certain genre. Every track is based on a specific story from Norse lore, so every track will be unique in its own right. Often times the lyrics will use Old Norse, or even be completely in Old Norse. This is a very ambitious project, but essentially my playground where I will release whatever creative concept comes to mind without worry of fitting a predefined genre or sound. I hope you enjoy this as much I as did composing it!! The Process: I use a very involved process of using AI to render me hundreds of vocals and music, splitting the tracks into STEMS, combining/composing them in my DAW (Reaper), adding effects, more instruments, atmosphere, etc. LYRICS: [Hermóðr] Through grim and darkened paths I tread, To Hel's cold gate, where rot the dead. The stench of flesh, it fills the air, A journey bleak, of deep despair. Bones littered 'cross the path I ride, Screams of torment, the damned, they cried. Their hollow eyes, devoid of light, In endless pain, eternal night. Here It was dark, the dread profound In this abyss where horrors abound each step i take my hope decays lost in Hel's grip, a chilling haze With every breath the coldness seeps into my bones, the terror creeps a land forsaken, void of grace despair and fear, i now embrace! "O Baldr fair, my brother lost! To Hel I go, at any cost! Through realms of night, I make my plea! To bring you back, from misery!" "Damn you, Hel, for the darkness you've spun!" "RELEASE! MY! KIN!" "I beg with dread, Among the piles of severed heads. In this dark place, where all is bled!" Baldr speaks as shadows creep, His voice a whisper, soft and weak. [Baldr] "I long to see the light once more, To leave this cold, eternal shore. And feel the warmth I knew before, (Hel: Silence you fool...) Escape this fate, forevermore" [Hel] SILENCE! You're mine... Unless all weep Hermóðr you've wasted my time. Cold as Niflheim's frozen deep (yes!) I cradle death, in silence i keep. (I keep!) Beneath my touch, the whole world shall weep. (hahaha) From my abyss, Baldr I keep For if the whole world shall not weep Then your dear Baldr shall I keep Oh if the whole world shall not weep Then your dear Baldr shall I keep (Ha!) Unless all weep Hermóðr you've wasted my time... [Hermóðr] With heavy heart, I turn away, A task so great, a price to pay. Through realms of night, I beg my plea To bring you back, from misery. "O world of men, now hear my call, Weep for Baldr, weep one and all. For in your tears, his life may lie, Or in Hel's grasp, he’ll ever sigh."

93 Current 93 Present Sveinbjörn Beinteinsson: Edda #poetry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Wcnt42tB9w&list=PLcWA977eKB-MG-gdAwTJerUUg6Z4iw_i9