Lyrics - Yggdrasil by Enslaved

Lyrics:
From
Nàvamàl
I know that
I hungin the windcold treenine whole nightswith hurt point
To
Oden givenself given to myself
In that theewhich nobody knows>
From which roots it ran
Not given breadthey brought no horns
Saw down from the treetook up runestook them with screamsand down from the tree
I fell
Nine magic songs
I gotfrom the famous son of
Boltorn,
Besdas
Fatherand a drink
I gotof precious meadpoured by
Odrere
Then
I became vigorousand got wisegrew and felt wellof word sought wordthe word againof work sought workthe work again
Music:
Ivar
Bjørnson 1994

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