Boten Asgards [German neo folk song][+English translation]

In Norse mythology, Huginn (from Old Norse “thought“) and Muninn (Old Norse “memory“or “mind“) are a pair of ravens that fly all over the world, Midgard, and bring information to the god Odin. Huginn and Muninn are attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources: the Prose Edda and Heimskringla, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson; in the Third Grammatical Treatise, compiled in the 13th century by Óláfr Þórðarson; and in the poetry of skalds. The names of the ravens are sometimes modernly anglicized as Hugin and Munin. In the Poetic Edda, a disguised Odin expresses that he fears that they may not return from their daily flights. The Prose Edda explains that Odin is referred to as “raven-god“ due to his association with Huginn and Muninn. In the Prose Edda and the Third Grammatical Treatise, the two ravens are described as perching on Odin’s shoulders. Heimskringla details that Odin gave Huginn and Muninn the ability to speak. Migration Period golden bracteates, Vendel era helmet plates, a pair of identical Germanic Iron Age bird-shaped brooches, Viking Age objects depicting a moustached man wearing a helmet, and a portion of the 10th or 11th century Thorwald’s Cross may depict Odin with one of the ravens. Huginn and Muninn’s role as Odin’s messengers has been linked to shamanic practices, the Norse raven banner, general raven symbolism among the Germanic peoples, and the Norse concepts of the fylgja and the hamingja. Disclaimer: All videos are apolitical and this channel is against any form of extremism or hatespeech! ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬✠❈ SUPPORT ❈✠▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● ❖ Patreon: ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♬❈ LYRICS ❈♬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● Heil sei euch, dunklen Gesellen, Schwarzgefiedert, schattengleich, Die ihr diese welt durchsegelt, Jedes Meer und jedes Reich. Alles, was ihr seht und höret, Was euch flüstern Baum und Stein, Was euch Wind und Welle singen, Schließt in euer Herz ihr ein. Kraftvoll schlagen eure Schwingen, Scharf ist euer Augenpaar, Voller Ehrfurcht jeder Krieger, Der euch je am Himmel sah. Denn ihr steht in Wotans Diensten, Die ihr hoch am Himmel kreist, Seid ihm Ohr und seid ihm Auge, Wenn ihr unsre Welt durchreist. Flieg Gedanke, flieg Erinnerung, Kündet ihm von Midgards Los. Sagt ihm, seine Kinder warten, Seine Schar ist nicht mehr groß. Doch noch lodert seine Flamme In die kalte Nacht hinaus: Heil den Hohen, heil den Asen! Heil sei Asgard, ihrem Haus!