Maybe their right when they say
your whole life flashes before
our eyes when you die.
But maybe it isn't exactly like that.
Maybe we just re-live our life over again.
And maybe this life is just us
observing what has all ready come to pass.
I know I hung on that wind swept tree,
swung there for nine long nights,
wounded by my own blade,
bloodied for Odin,
myself and offering to myself.
Down to the tree that no man knows,
withering roots that do run
Chorus: Do you know how to cut them,
know how to stain them,
know how to read them,
how to understand?
Do you know how to evoke them,
know how to send them,
know how to offer,
know how to ask?
None gave me bread,
none gave me drink,
down to the deepest depths I appeared,
until I spied the runes.
With a roaring cry I seized them up.
Then, dizzy and fainting, I fell.
Chorus
Well, being I once hand wisdom too,
I grow and took joy in my growth.
From a word to a word,
I was lead to a word.
From a deed to another deed.
Chorus x2
1st Set of Lyrics by Blind Io
2nd Set of Lyrics by Unknown Author
2nd Set of Lyrics put together by Blind Io
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