To the Aesir a witch, an ally of the Vanir, A master of seidr, evil in her manner. Skilled in prophecy, the future she knew, Provoked by the Aesir, many Gods she slew.
You played on their weaknesses, worked on their fears, Angered, the Aesir pierced you repeatedly with spears. Captured they brought you to Har's mighty hall, Odin broke his own law, turned you into a fireball.
They burned you not once, not twice, but thrice, This was Aesir justice, this was their price. When all that was left were your ashes on the floor, They flashed into light and you were reborn once more.
The eyes of Gullveig burned red with rage and fire, Her body, however, could not be destroyed in their pyre. She laughed as she walked out of the gates of Asgard, Gullveig's mind was still planning, her body unscarred.
In the houses you visit, Heid is your name, Joy of evil women has become your blame. They say you can perform your seid in a trance, And can kill, or cure, with just a mere glance.
Though misunderstood, and hated by most, I raise up my horn and offer you a toast. Your magic is immense, your power is supreme, But you are not evil as some make you seem !
-Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2012.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !