Yggdrasil

Lyrics: From Nàvamàl
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 Bj'¸rnson 1994