Runelore Lyrics

No one knows the roots

Of the tree where I hung

Wounded by my spear

Myself to myself sacrifided

I know well the branches

Of the tree where I hung

Nine nights and days in the wind

Without food, without drink

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Screaming I took the runes

Stained by the wise mighty

Made by powers that be Carved

by the runemasters

Then I grew mighty and wise

A word found a word

Deed another deed

For I learned the nine mighty spells

And drank the mead of poetry