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To Keep The Troth
At Thingvellir the wind blows cold,
whispering of the times of old
When heathens by the holy gods there swore.
They braved the danger of the sea,
to find a place they might be free
and in their footsteps we will walk once more.
We will keep the troth,
We will keep the troth,
and in their footsteps
we will walk once more.
Till threat of civil war and sword
prevailed, and they believed the word
that said a twilight on the gods must fall.
A thousand years have come and gone
and Midgard wakens to the dawn,
the gods arise and answer to our call.
We will keep the troth,
We will keep the troth,
the gods arise
and answer to our call.
In places where in ancient days
the people honored them with praise,
their holy groves the gods will bless anew.
But as to new lands once they came,
wherever folk sing of their fame,
they hear the call, so that the heart is true.
We will keep the troth,
We will keep the troth,
the gods return,
because our hearts are true.
© Diana Paxson
Diana is member of
The Troth and Gyðja of
the seidh group Hrafnar.