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