Thyrfing 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
