Lyrics: From Nàvamàl
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 Bjørnson 1994
Enslaved-Yggdrasil (04:15)
The best viking black metal band. A song from the Frost album 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 ...