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Hear Busla´s pleading,
soon it will be sung,
all shall hear it,
evil to all who listen,
worst for him to whom
it is addressed.
Away you wights,
Exceptional events shall happen,
rocks shall shudder shake,
worlds shall tremble,
weather shall rage,
mighty things come ...
Evil I wish
into your breast
that poisonous vipers
gnaw on your heart
that your ears
grow deaf forever
and thy eyes
shall burst out of your head ...
Sailing, your
rigging shall
burst and the oars
pivots shall break,
be torn to shreds the sails,
sending it flying
the braces
shall break all ...
When you are riding,
the bridle shall break,
your horse shall go lame!
All your paths
shall be in
the trolls hands ...
Your bed shall be like
burning straw
On the raised hide
It shall be like the high sea
But much worse be happen
to you then:
When you want to enjoy
your virility with a girl
you shall never reach
the final satisfaction!
Shall I tell you more?
Dwarfes, Thurses
and witches
Mountain Trolls, elves and red norns
shall set your halls aflame!
Giants shall hate you,
Stallions kick you,
Straw stab you,
Storm numb you,
Pain shall be yours,
unless you obey my will!
Six shall come:
guess their names,
they are unbound and
I will reveal them:
Unless you guess them aright,
dogs shall devour you,
but your soul
shall go to hell! |
Heyr þú bæn Buslu,
brátt mun hún sungin,
svá at heyrast skal
um heim allan,
ok óþörf öllum,
þeim sem á heyra,
en þeim þó fjándligust,
sem ek vil fortala.
Villist vættir,
verði ódæmi,
hristist hamrar,
heimur sturlist,
versni veðrátta,
verði ódæmi...
Svá skal ek þjarma,
þér at brjósti,
at hjarta þitt
höggormur gnagi,
en eyru þin
aldregi heyri
ok augu þín
úthverf snúist...
Ef þú siglir,
slitni reiði,
en af stýri
stökkvi krókar,
rifni reflar,
reki segl ofan,
en aktaumar
allir slitni...
Ef þú ríðr,
raskist taumar,
heltist hestar,
en hrumist klárar,
en götur allar
ok gagnstígar,
troðist allar
í tröllahendr fyrir þér...
Sé þér í hvílu
sem í hálmeldi,
en í hásæti
sem á hafbáru;
þó skal þér seinna
sýnu verra,
en ef þú vilt við meyjar
manns gaman hafa,
villist þú þá vegarins;
eða viltu þulu lengri?
Tröll ok álfar
ok töfrnornir
búar, bergrisar
brenni þínar hallir,
hati þik hrímþursar,
hestar streði þik,
stráin stangi þik
en stormar æri þik,
ok vei verði þér,
nema þú vilja minn gerir.
Komi hér seggir sex,
seg þú mér nöfn þeira
öll óbundin,
ek mun þér sýna:
getr þú eigi ráðit,
svá at mér rétt þykki,
þá skulu þik hundar
í hel gnaga...
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During the times, when the runic lore was not yet prosecuted the Nidstang was an extremely powerful curse against the enemy. A horses skull was mounted on a nine feet measuring pole. This pole was being rammed into the ground facing into the direction of the enemy. Bloodrunes were inscribed on the pole with mighty and poetic curses against the enemy. Symbols were encarved which provoked the natural spirits to rage against the enemy. The shown symbols were taken from the Kreddur Manuscript.