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FUTHARK RUNES WITH CUSTOM BINDRUNE
I know that I hung on a windy tree
nights all nine,
wounded with a spear and given to Odin,
myself to myself,
on that tree of which no man knows from where its roots run
No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn,
downwards I peered,
I took up the runes,
screaming I took them,
then I fell back from there
Too cool! "Nights nine" in this context means like a zillion years too.
- Custom Piece