Asatru Folk Assembly - December 31, 2023


Gróttasöngr, a reading


Episode Stats


Length

7 minutes

Words per minute

114.41

Word count

870

Sentence count

45

Harmful content

Misogyny

2

sentences flagged

Hate speech

9

sentences flagged


Summary

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Transcript

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00:00:00.000 Grottesonger, the lay of Grotti, the mill song
00:00:27.000 King Throdi succeeded to the kingdom of Denmark at the time when the Emperor Augustus had proclaimed peace over all the world.
00:00:37.240 And as Throdi was the most powerful king in the north, the peace was attributed to him and called Throdi's peace, wherever the Danish tongue was spoken.
00:00:46.680 When on a visit to King Fjolnir in Sweden, he bought two female slaves, whose names were Finia and Minia, both of great strength and stature.
00:00:59.960 At this time, two millstones were found in Denmark, so large that no one could drag them.
00:01:06.720 These stones possessed the property of grinding whatever the grinder wished.
00:01:11.740 Throde set the two shays to work at the corn, or mill, which was named Groti,
00:01:17.940 and commanded them to grind gold, peace, and prosperity to Throde,
00:01:23.820 but he allowed them not a moment's rest, nor even sleep longer than while the cuckoo was silenced,
00:01:30.800 or a song might be sung.
00:01:33.480 They then sang a song called Grotasonger,
00:01:36.500 and ceased not before they had ground an army against Throde,
00:01:41.260 so that in the night a sea king named Missing came, slew Throde, and carried off great booty.
00:01:50.080 Such was the end of Throde's peace.
00:01:53.020 Missing took Groti, together with Phinia and Minia,
00:01:57.060 and caused white salt to be ground in his ships until they sank in Pentland Firth.
00:02:01.880 There is ever since a vortex where the sea falls into Groti's eye, where the sea roars as it Groti roars, and then it was that the sea first became salt.
00:02:17.300 Grotesonger 0.55
00:02:17.980 Now are come to the king's house two prescient damsels, Phinia and Minia.
00:02:25.660 They are with Throdi, Thridli's son, the powerful maidens, and thrall them held.
00:02:30.540 To the mill they both were led, and the grey stone, to get going, ordered.
00:02:36.660 He to both forbade rest and solace, before he heard the maiden's voice.
00:02:42.760 They made resound the clattering quen, with their arms swung the light stones, 0.72
00:02:48.220 the maidens he commanded, yet more to grind.
00:02:51.640 They sung and swung the whirling stone, until Frodi's thralls nearly all slept.
00:02:57.080 Then said Minia, to the mill t'was come.
00:03:00.540 Riches we grind, forthrow thee, All happiness we grind,
00:03:06.540 Wealth in abundance and gladness is mill, On reaches may he sit on deep down,
00:03:13.540 May he sleep to joy, May he wait until well aground.
00:03:20.540 Here shall not come one another harm, Evil machinate, nor occasion death, nor yet strike,
00:03:29.540 With the biting sword, although a brother slayer, he found bound. 0.72
00:03:36.580 He had not yet said one word before, Sleep yet longer than the gulks round the house,
00:03:44.540 Or than while one song I sing.
00:03:48.940 Thou was not frody, for thyself overwise, Or a man of friend went roused, O bottest,
00:03:57.520 For strength thou chosest them, and for their looks, and for of the race didst thou inquire.
00:04:05.980 Stout was Rungnir, and his father yet was Thiossi, stronger than they.
00:04:11.480 Edie and Ornir our relations are, brothers of the mountain giants from whom we are born.
00:04:18.720 Groti had not come from the grey fern, nor yet the hard stone from the earth, nor so
00:04:24.920 had ground the giant maid, if her race had aught of her known.
00:04:30.840 Nine winters we playmates were strong and nurtured beneath the earth. 0.98
00:04:35.600 We made and stood at mighty work, so ourselves we moved the vast rock from its place.
00:04:42.080 We rolled the stone o'er the giant's house, so the earth thereby shrank trembling.
00:04:48.520 So hurled we the whirling stone, that men could take it.
00:04:53.660 afterwards in Sweden, we prescient too among people went, chased the bear and shattered
00:05:00.880 shields, went against the grey Sarktost, aid in one priest, another overthrew, afforded
00:05:07.880 the good Gothram help. Quiet I sat not ere the warriors fared. Thus we went on all those
00:05:17.200 winter, so that in conflicts we were known, that we carved, with our sharp spears, blood
00:05:24.040 from wounds, and reddened brands. Now are we come to a king's house, unpityed, both
00:05:32.320 in thralldom held. Gravel gnaws at our feet, and above tis cold, a foe's host we drew,
00:05:39.000 Sad tis a throaty's.
00:05:43.600 Hands must rest, the stone shall stand still, for me I have my portion ground. 0.83
00:05:50.180 To hands we will not rest be given, until throaty thinks enough is ground.
00:05:57.660 Hands shall hold, falchions hard, the weapons slaughter gory.
00:06:02.920 Wake thou throaty, wake thou throaty, if thou wilt listen to our songs and sagas old.
00:06:08.620 Fire I see burning, east of the burr
00:06:12.780 Tidings of war are rife, that should be a token 0.97
00:06:16.460 A host will forthwith, hither come
00:06:19.640 And the town burn over the king
00:06:22.860 Thou wilt not hold the throne of Lethra
00:06:26.840 Rings of red gold, or mighty millstone 1.00
00:06:30.000 Let us ply the wench, girl
00:06:32.420 Yet more rapidly are we not grown up in deadly slaughter
00:06:37.240 My father's daughter stout the ground because of the fate of many men she saw.
00:06:44.240 Huge fragments spring from the millstone into the Ornefjord.
00:06:49.240 Let us grind on.
00:06:51.240 Let us grind on Isra's son, Harfton's kingman. 1.00
00:06:56.240 We'll avenge Shrodi. 1.00
00:06:58.240 He will of her be called son and brother, we know both that. 1.00
00:07:04.240 The maiden's ground, their might applied, the damsel's water, in yachting mood, the
00:07:11.280 axes trembled.
00:07:34.240 Amen.