I know myself hanging there For nice icy nights Facing the endless darkness around me
Wounded by my own spear On the wind cold tree I am Odin hallowed by my own rite
A tree unknown the roots be sprouts Lets my life slowly fade From a bough of yggdrasil I hung Committed to my fate
Delivered to the fright Of endless ice and night I had to gaze into the misty world Of niflheim - the dire nothern frost empire In my self chosen solitude
Runes you will reveal In the dust of ancient times Remember my sacrifice When I hung for these nine nights
Runes they were concealed In the dust of ancient times I died to be reborn When I suffered these nine nights
When I begun to grow Evanescent by pain I sunk from the tree with a sigh
The knowledge of the dead I learnt Cause only cruelty can forge And then word just followed word
