Galder sang the one who calls with his gala to forces that cannot be seen but are felt. Who live in deep misty forests where beings live. Old inherited forces like lure songs Vardlokkur that lures the spirit, kula when we lure our cattle home over mountains and forests. When we breathe our breath, our breath to share with our song of power. We give gifts that are drawn enchanted by our magic song. Come come share your wisdom beautiful guardians of the north. Come come tell of your spirit and your treasures. 
 
Were you drawn to Galder Trollsång?
The song is your voice regardless of how it sounds. You possess a power of music in your veins. But also old sorcery magic genetically from ancestors. Rhymes can appear out of nowhere as a reminder that something wants to take shape in song. Allure, call, crow, sneeze open up to the spirit of the voice where your guides hold you to put song to the power that lives in you that wants to take place in the forests of the north. 
The Honoree: Gabs Leone - The Nordic Wolfie