Lyrics:

I know that I hung In the windcold tree Nine whole nights With hurt point To Oden given Self given to myself In that tree 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, Bestlas 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 Me word again Of work sought work Me work again