Lyrics: From Nаvamаl

I know that I hung

In the windcold tree

Nine whole nights

With hurt point

To Oden given

Self given to myself

In that thee

Which nobody knows

>From which roots it ran

Not given bread

They brought no horns

Saw down from the tree

Took up runes

Took them with screams

And down from the tree I fell

Nine magic songs I got

From the famous son of

Boltorn, Besdas Father

And a drink I got

Of precious mead

Poured by Odrere

Then I became vigorous

And got wise

Grew and felt well

Of word sought word

The word again

Of work sought work

The work again