I know I hung on that windswept tree
Swung there for nine long nights
Wounded by my own blade
Bloodied for Odin
Myself an offering to myself
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Whither the roots of it run.
None gave me bread
None gave me drink
Down to the deepest depths I peered
Until I spied the Runes
With a roaring cry I seized them up
Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.
Well-being I won
And wisdom too
From a word to a word
I was led to a word
From a deed to another deed.
Swung there for nine long nights
Wounded by my own blade
Bloodied for Odin
Myself an offering to myself
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Whither the roots of it run.
None gave me bread
None gave me drink
Down to the deepest depths I peered
Until I spied the Runes
With a roaring cry I seized them up
Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.
Well-being I won
And wisdom too
From a word to a word
I was led to a word
From a deed to another deed.
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I'm gonna have to wade into my vinyl collection and dig out Sabbat's 'Dreamweaver' 'cos its got the last bit of that as an intro - early 90's thrash night, here we come raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar