[Verse 1]
In icy past you once guarded
You threw Gungnir, you were a spear in the battle
You wandered the nine worlds as a wanderer at night
You found Mimir's well again
[Refrain]
Nine days you hang
From Yggrasil's twigs
Nine long nights
For 16 magical signs
Magical sings to invoke death
To heal the ill and disturb the enemies
To hold flames, to control the swords
To catch ghosts and to lower the spears
Hávamál, verse 138, 139, 144
I know that I hung
On a windy tree
Nine long nights,
Wounded with a spear,
Dedicated to Odin,
Myself to myself,
On that tree
Of which no man knows
From where its roots run.
No bread did they give me
Nor a drink from a horn,
Downwards I peered;
I took up the runes,
Screaming I took them,
Then I fell back from there.
Do you know how to write?
Do you know how to interpret?
Do you know how to color them?
Do you know how to consider?
Do you know how to consult?
Do you know how to sacrifice?
Do you know how to send?
Do you know how to kill?
I know that I hung
On a windy tree
Nine long nights,
Wounded with a spear,
Dedicated to Odin,
Myself to myself,
On that tree
Of which no man knows
From where its roots run.
No bread did they give me
Nor a drink from a horn,
Downwards I peered;
I took up the runes,
Screaming I took them,
Then I fell back from there.
Do you know how to write?
Do you know how to interpret?
Do you know how to color them?
Do you know how to consider?
Do you know how to consult?
Do you know how to sacrifice?
Do you know how to send?
Do you know how to kill?