Aware of my hanging on the windy tree. Waved for nine nights, cut up by the sword. Blood poured for Odin, of sacrifice to myself. Tied to a tree from wich no one knows. Until the root reaches down into my soul. No one gave me bread. No one gave me water. Down into the depts I stared. To pull away the ruins. Compelled a horifying scream. From wich I fainted in swoon. Well being I gathered for as wisdom. I grew up and bathed in joy about my growth. From a word to a word I was led to a word. From misdeed to misdeed I was led to an act of EVIL.