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I know myself hanging there |
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For nice icy nights |
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Facing the endless darkness around me |
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Wounded by my own spear |
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On the wind cold tree |
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I am Odin - Hallowed by my own rite |
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A tree unknown the roots be sprouts |
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Lets my life slowly fade |
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From a bough of Yggdrasil I hung |
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Committed to my fate |
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Delivered to the fright |
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Of endless ice and night |
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I had to gaze into the misty world |
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Of Niflheim - the dire nothern frost empire |
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In my self chosen solitude |
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Runes you will reveal |
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In the dust of ancient times |
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Remember my sacrifice |
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When I hung for these nine nights |
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Runes they were concealed |
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In the dust of ancient times |
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I died to be reborn |
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When I suffered these nine nights |
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When I begun to grow |
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Evanescent by pain |
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I sunk from the tree with a sigh |
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The knowledge of the dead I learnt |
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Cause only cruelty can forge |
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And then word just followed word |
