Words Of The Ascended

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.