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I know I hung on a windy trunk
All nine nights, wounded by thorns
On the trunk being grown out of roots
Of tree unknown to me
I know I looked down, learned runes
Screaming I collapsed into its shadows
I learned nine mighty spells
Read out of ancient stones
Fed on hate, drunk with blood of dead
I started being produced
And growing up with power
One word for the second found the third for me
One deed for the second was searching
For the third for me
I spread terror and pain, tortures and death
In this strange place of the end my time had come
Tired with ruling the evil I'm freezing
Like a bird braided between branches
[lead: Skotniczny]
