He hung on the windswept world tree Whose roots no one knows For nine whole days he hung there pierced By Gugnir, his spear Swimming in pain he peered into the depths And cried out in agony Reaching out he grasped the runes Before falling back from the abyss He gave himself unto himself In a world of sheering pain So that we all may live our lives By the wisdom that he gained You doubted him, and spread their lies Across the world, with sword in hand You raped our souls, and stole our right...
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
