Valdr Galga - Thyrfing

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