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The Viking method of execution - the blood eagle - may be a mistranslation
The blood eagle as a Viking method of executing a person, may be the result of mistranslations and not historically accurate.
The execution method of the blood eagle in which victims were sliced open along the spine, had their ribs snapped open so it would look like wings, the lungs pulled out and salt poured in, may be a mistranslation of the Icelandic poet Sigvat Thordarson’s famous poem - Knútsdrápa. The poem is about Ragnar Hair-Breeches’s sons slaying King Ella of Northumbria in revenge. The stanza in question has been translated as both “Ivar caused the eagle to cut the back of Ella” and “Ivar cut the eagle on the back of Ella.” However, only the first translation makes literary and historical sense, as it fits in with the unique structure of the Icelandic poetry as well as the tradition of describing a slaughter as providing carrion for birds. The second translation led to a 14th-century interpretation that still exists today of the Vikings enacting a particularly horrid form of retribution.
This dreadful description of one of the methods used by the Vikings to kill a person, lasted to our days as the correct form of translation in an attempt to mark the Vikings as the barbarian bloodthirsty hordes the priests and monks believed them to be. The victims of the Vikings gave them a terrible reputation and later on the historical documentations writen about them which have survived to our days, were made centuries later when the Vikings were no more and the truth about such events had been altered from writer to writer.
em 9:47 PM | Keywords: blood eagle, European History, iceland, Icelandic poem, King Ella, Knútsdrápa, Northern Pagan Traditions, Poems, Ragnar, Sagas, Sigvat Thordarson, viking, Viking method of execution, vikings

Yggdrasil Sigrúnnr
Yggdrasil Sigrúnnr
Yonder came the one-eyed
Gungnir his faithful companion
Guardian of wisdom and pride
Dwelt he for nine days
Relying on his own strength
Along the bark, ancient blaze
Secrets carved in its lenght
Iron fist grasp the rope
Land bellow became darkness
sacrifice he gave for one's hope
injured by the spear's sharpness
glimmering light beyond the veil
reaching the edge of the horizon
unseen shores where he set sail
noble mind was enlightened
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em 11:33 PM | Keywords: Arith Härger, My Poetry and Prose Works, My Writings, Poems, Poetry, Yggdrasil Sigrúnnr
