Ði Ajnundi Úfríðr

Ði Ajnundi Úfríðr, or "The First War" in common, is a poem that describes the creation of the world according to Syltian Religion.

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Modern Syltician	Runic Syltician	Common
Í nǽminn Néreisar rísada, ut af ði svarta staðr, auk ødada æ Endvið ekkljósinn eyrrada ut annarr ågagot, Sjálfhrósar, eldagr í arg hverr hyggjada hansjálfr einn hnolt, auk tilada ætíð teljada tøvd af troitti, nei tunki fyrir smuti í sinn tyrl. Í stonjd, Blyndrífinn smiðada dan síðastr tív. Jorðada Í kolmyrkin, Jǫrðar kærrligr andaskada, Ejð verada etla ut bi ajn tiv, endinin Nu Jǫrðar ekktruada ævaðarr af ði ogel tívar, Svo smiðada da sels við sjá tvairinn tívar. Hannj verada hávarðr æ Ejð hvan broþirarnir byria Úfríðrinn Jǫrðar verada blynd við ði fyrst blóð. Néreisar sendada magertak seiðr Svo Sjálfhrósar ljósta langr lífhlutar illbyrstet tunkir smiðada illminnjet verkar. Auk Néreisar rjúfada, svo måninin rísada Auk Sjálfhrósar skåldada, svo suleninn rísada Auk Jǫrðar, millan baþi, blóðada ut ði blå sjór Hvan ði sel sálaj tívar sjáda sorginn á þínnur vrildar, Þeir skipta særir við næ úfríða envið stonjd stǫðva	ᛸ ₸ᛯᛖᛁ₸₸ ₸ᛵᚱᛊᛁᛋᚿᚱ ᚱᛸᛋᚿᛨᚿ, ᚢᛏ ᚿᚠ ₺ᛁ ᛋᚴᚿᚱᛏᚿ ᛋᛏᚿ₺ᚱ, ᚿᚢᚳ ᛄᛨᚿᛨᚿ ᛯ ᛊ₸ᛨᚴᛁ₺ ᛊᚳᚳᛚ₪ᛝᛋᛁ₸₸ ᛊᛃᚱᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᚢᛏ ᚿ₸₸ᚿᚱᚱ ᚬᛱᚿᛱᛜᛏ, ᛋ₪ᚾᛚᚠᚼᚱᛝᛋᚿᚱ, ᛊᛚᛨᚿᛱᚱ ᛸ ᚿᚱᛱ ᚼᚴᛊᚱᚱ ᚼᛃᛱᛱ₪ᚿᛨᚿ ᚼᚿ₸ᛋ₪ᚾᛚᚠᚱ ᛊᛁ₸₸ ᚼ₸ᛜᛚᛏ, ᚿᚢᚳ ᛏᛁᛚᚿᛨᚿ ᛯᛏᛸ₺ ᛏᛊᛚ₪ᚿᛨᚿ ᛏᛄᚴᛨ ᚿᚠ ᛏᚱᛜᛁᛏᛏᛁ, ₸ᛊᛁ ᛏᚢ₸ᚳᛁ ᚠᛃᚱᛁᚱ ᛋᛖᚢᛏᛁ ᛸ ᛋᛁ₸₸ ᛏᛃᚱᛚ. ᛸ ᛋᛏᛜ₸₪ᛨ, ᛒᛚᛃ₸ᛨᚱᛸᚠᛁ₸₸ ᛋᛖᛁ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᛨᚿ₸ ᛋᛸ₺ᚿᛋᛏᚱ ᛏᛸᚴ. ₪ᛜᚱ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᛸ ᚳᛜᛚᛖᛃᚱᚳᛁ₸, ₪ᛰᚱ₺ᚿᚱ ᚳᛯᚱᚱᛚᛁᛱᚱ ᚿ₸ᛨᚿᛋᚳᚿᛨᚿ, ᛊ₪₺ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᛊᛏᛚᚿ ᚢᛏ ᛒᛁ ᚿ₪₸ ᛏᛁᚴ, ᛊ₸ᛨᛁ₸ᛁ₸ ₸ᚢ ₪ᛰᚱ₺ᚿᚱ ᛊᚳᚳᛏᚱᚢᚿᛨᚿ ᛯᚴᚿ₺ᚿᚱᚱ ᚿᚠ ₺ᛁ ᛜᛱᛊᛚ ᛏᛸᚴᚿᚱ, ᛋᚴᛜ ᛋᛖᛁ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᛨᚿ ᛋᛊᛚᛋ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛋ₪ᚾ ᛏᚴᚿᛁᚱᛁ₸₸ ᛏᛸᚴᚿᚱ. ᚼᚿ₸₸₪ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᚼᚾᚴᚿᚱ₺ᚱ ᛯ ᛊ₪₺ ᚼᚴᚿ₸ ᛒᚱᛜᚦᛁᚱᚿᚱ₸ᛁᚱ ᛒᛃᚱᛁᚿ ₼ᚠᚱᛸ₺ᚱᛁ₸₸ ₪ᛰᚱ₺ᚿᚱ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᛒᛚᛃ₸ᛨ ᚴᛁ₺ ₺ᛁ ᚠᛃᚱᛋᛏ ᛒᛚᛝ₺. ₸ᛵᚱᛊᛁᛋᚿᚱ ᛋᛊ₸ᛨᚿᛨᚿ ᛖᚿᛱᛊᚱᛏᚿᚳ ᛋᛊᛁ₺ᚱ ᛋᚴᛜ ᛋ₪ᚾᛚᚠᚼᚱᛝᛋᚿᚱ ᛚ₪ᛝᛋᛏᚿ ᛚᚿ₸ᛱᚱ ᛚᛸᚠᚼᛚᚢᛏᚿᚱ ᛁᛚᛚᛒᛃᚱᛋᛏᛊᛏ ᛏᚢ₸ᚳᛁᚱ ᛋᛖᛁ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᛁᛚᛚᛖᛁ₸₸₪ᛊᛏ ᚴᛊᚱᚳᚿᚱ. ᚿᚢᚳ ₸ᛵᚱᛊᛁᛋᚿᚱ ᚱ₪₼ᚠᚿᛨᚿ, ᛋᚴᛜ ᛖᚬ₸ᛁ₸ᛁ₸ ᚱᛸᛋᚿᛨᚿ ᚿᚢᚳ ᛋ₪ᚾᛚᚠᚼᚱᛝᛋᚿᚱ ᛋᚳᚬᛚᛨᚿᛨᚿ, ᛋᚴᛜ ᛋᚢᛚᛊ₸ᛁ₸₸ ᚱᛸᛋᚿᛨᚿ ᚿᚢᚳ ₪ᛰᚱ₺ᚿᚱ, ᛖᛁᛚᛚᚿ₸ ᛒᚿᚦᛁ, ᛒᛚᛝ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᚢᛏ ₺ᛁ ᛒᛚᚬ ᛋ₪ᛝᚱ ᚼᚴᚿ₸ ₺ᛁ ᛋᛊᛚ ᛋᚾᛚᚿ₪ ᛏᛸᚴᚿᚱ ᛋ₪ᚾᛨᚿ ᛋᛜᚱᛱᛁ₸₸ ᚾ ᚦᛸ₸₸ᚢᚱ ᚴᚱᛁᛚᛨᚿᚱ, ᚦᛊᛁᚱ ᛋᚳᛁᛈᛏᚿ ᛋᛯᚱᛁᚱ ᚴᛁ₺ ₸ᛯ ₼ᚠᚱᛸ₺ᚿ ᛊ₸ᚴᛁ₺ ᛋᛏᛜ₸₪ᛨ ᛋᛏᛰ₺ᚴᚿ	In the beginning Néreisar rose, Out of the dark place, And waited forever Until the darkness spat out Another child, Sjálfhrósar, fiery in temper Who thought himself strong, And would always tell Nonsense of strength no thought for cunning in his mind. In time, the void made its last god Buried in the dark, Jǫrðar nearly died, But was pulled out by a god, the end. Now, Jǫrðar distrusted both of the old gods, So made it easy to see either of them. He was forever high-strung. But when the brothers began the fight, Jǫrðar was blind to the first blood drawn. Néreisar sent powerful spells, So Sjálfhrósar toppled endermen. Angry thoughts led to evil deeds. And Néreisar broke, so the moon rose And Sjálfhrósar burnt, so the sun rose And Jǫrðar, between both, bled out the blue sea. When the dying gods  saw the sadness on their worlds, They swore to each other, to never war until time ends.