Hangatyr, Your whisper told me the secret of the runes. I follow you to become immortal. I take a ride on the worldtree, offer me to myself. I hear the song I carve the runes of the Irmin. Eighteen I find (when I) sing the song of Odin.
I pick the leaves of the worldtree, Yggdrasil my stallion I eat the fruits of the Futhark Yggdrasil my stallion
I take a ride (and fly) with the wings of Odin Seek it low you go to find them glow By the well of Mimameid
Eighteen runes will come to you Take the gand of Hangatyr
You will feel the serpent rise.
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