Lyric Valdr galga

I know that I hung in this tree
All of nights nine
Wounded by the spear, given to myself
Enlightened I ll become

No horn they upheld, nor handed me bread
I looked below me, aloud I cried
Caught up the runes, caught them up wailing
Then to the ground I fell again

I know that I hung in this tree
All of nights nine
Wounded by the spear, given to myself
Enlightened I ll become

From the son of Bolthorn, Bestla s father
I mastered mighty songs nine
And a drink I had from the strongest mead
Got out from? thraerir

Valdr galga

Yggdrasil must abide
More than to men is known
The hart browsing above, it s bark rotting
And Nidhogg gnawing beneath