And hail to frey the fruitful twin
 to frejya the fertile maid of spring.
 forthwith his fastest friend did fair
'cross field and fjord and forest to bear
 an off'ring of love for a frosty bride,
and fast by his side forever abide his flying ship and furious boar gullinbursti
the golden, frightful and pure. 

~Fornori Chattian

What bites at my byrnie? Who breaks off my sleep?
Who frees me from grip of ghostly fetters?
Sigmund's son with Sigurd's sword,
Late come from the raven's carrion field.

Long have I slept. Long did I sleep.
Long are the miseries of men.
By Odin's will, unable to wake,
Held fast in fetters of sleep.

Hail Day! Hail the sons of Day!
Hail Night, and daughter of Night!
Gaze on us with gracious eyes;
Award us victory, we who wait.

Hail the Aesir! Hail Asynjur!
Hail the all-giving earth! And grant
Wisdom and fair speech to us, far-famed,
And hands of leechcraft while we live.

~Unknown