Odin'S Charms Of Power

He hung nine nights in the gallows wind
Speared by self, no breath, no kin
No bread, no mead, just storm and sting
He sought not life, but everything
Roots below and stars above
One eye dim, the world grew wide
As runes ran red beneath his side

Ég drakk úr djúpa brunni
Í níu nætur fann ég
Galdrar, kraftur, dauði
Sjá! Ég er Óðinn nú

Whispers coiled in a windless hush
Blood-born ink in the ash tree's blush
The Allfather fell into fangs of flame
To learn the truth, to forget his name
Each secret stolen, not freely given
Torn from the depths of the unearthly hidden
Charms not spoken, burned into bone
He stood as more and less alone

Not for gold, nor sword, nor crown
For knowing, for weaving the world upside down

Ég drakk úr djúpa brunni
Í níu nætur fann ég
Galdrar, eldur, dauði
Sjá! Ég er Óðinn, alheimr

Storms bent low to hear his breath
A voice that carved through life and death
With tongue of flame and will like stone
He called the world and claimed his throne
No name he gave the spells he stole
But spoke them soft to shape the soul
Each word a chain, each line a knife
Each charm a shard of stolen life

Hanged but not broken
Blinded but seeing
Slain but still breathing
He is the meaning

Ég drakk úr djúpa brunni
Í níu nætur fann ég
Galdrar, vald og eilífð
Sjá! Ég er Óðinn, viskan sjálf

Ég drakk úr djúpa brunni
Í níu nætur fann ég
Galdrar, vald og eilífð
Sjá! Ég er Óðinn, viskan sjálf