From the mists of time, gone long from memories World tree stands through nine worlds, gallows soon to be Odin, Alfather one-eyed, hung from the tree of doom For knowledge arcane, pierced by his own spear
Hung for nine days bound by spear, Sacrifice of blood Hung for nine days, windswept long, For power of runes Word from word gave words to me, Nine lays of power Deed from deed gave deed to me, On that ancient tree
Scream out to the wind, fell from mighty Yggdrasil Bolthor taught me nine songs of might Horn filled with mead, mixed with Odrerir Runes you will find, earned by the spear god
Know how to cut them, know how to read them Know how to stain them, know how to prove them
Know how to evoke them, know how to score them Know how to send them, know how to send them