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?

Valdr Galga

Yggdrasil must abide
More than to men is known
The hart browsing above, it's bark rotting
And Nidhogg gnawing beneath