Lyrics: From Nvaml 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 Music: Ivar Bjrnson 1994
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