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.

I pick the leaves of the worldtree, Yggdrasil my stallion
Eighteen I find (when I) sing the song of Odin.

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