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The High Ones Song

from Bragr by Vindkaldr

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Havamal

138. I know that I hung on a windswept tree
nine long nights,
wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
myself to myself,
on that tree of which no man knows
from where its roots run.

112. I advise you Loddfafnir, to take this advice,
it will be useful if you learn it,

140. Nine mighty spells I learnt from the famous son
of Bolthor, Bestla's father,
and I got a drink of the precious mead,
I, soaked from Odrerir.

164. Now the High One's song is recited, in the High One's hall
very useful to the sons of men,
quite useless to the sons of men,
luck to him who recited, luck to him who knows!
May he benefit, he who learnt it,
luck to those who listened!

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from Bragr, released May 9, 2017

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