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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

Music: Ivar Bjшrnson 1994


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