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Bragi | God of Poetry and Sacred Speech | Norse Song

In the halls of Asgard, Bragi weaves golden words that captivate gods and mortals alike. Experience the story of the Norse god of poetry through music that honors the power of sacred speech, the mead of inspiration, and the immortal craft of the skald. This atmospheric song captures Bragi's role as keeper of divine eloquence, from his marriage to Idunn the apple-keeper to his presence at the feasts of gods. Feel the weight of words that outlast flesh and the eternal river of poetry that bears souls through death itself. Subscribe to Signal from Asgard for more Norse ritual music that honors the complete mythology. ---------- Lyrics: Old man crowned with silver beard Voice that even gods revere Harp in hand, his runes run deep Bragi wakes what mortals sleep Born of Odin’s hallowed line Tongue as keen as steel-edged pine Brother to the thunder-lord Words, not lightning, shape his sword Bragi wise, the word-weaver Bragi bright, the tale-giver Lord of song and sacred speech Wisdom’s height we strain to reach Sacred mead from gods' own blood Honeyed gift of thought and good Bragi drank the fiery draught From his lips all verses craft Runes are furrowed on his tongue Lays of old and songs unsung Bragi breathes the poet’s fire Lifting mortal souls up higher Idunn fair, the apple-keeper Youth runs bright, her orchard deeper Bound to Bragi, fruit and rhyme Twist eternity with time At the feast of ocean’s king Golden words begin to ring Giants hush and gods behold Tales weighed more than minted gold Poisoned jests like arrows fly Loki sneers, yet truth stands nigh Bragi’s heart holds steady ground Splitting lies from truths profound When the honored dead draw near Heard first is the skaldic seer Bragi bids their glory rise Singing fame that never dies Who pours words in molten gold? Whose song makes the meek turn bold? Who guards flame no frost can tame? Who grants scalds immortal name? Every voice that dares to soar Echoes Bragi’s oath once more Verses live when flesh grows cold That is treasure, dearer than gold Between high gods and humankind Bragi threads the measured line Poetry, a river strong Bears our souls through death by song #bragi #odin #vikings #norse #norsemusic #vikinglegends #folkmusic