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Nine
The cold winds blow upon my face;
my blood seeps from the wound,
and I hang, swaying in the wind.
The Nine Worlds surround me:
my weight bears down on all,
but this Tree,
mighty and strong Yggdrasil,
bears my burden and holds me up.
For nine days did I hang--
each day for another virtue to be gained.
Virtues to enrich the lives of the Aesir,
and those of our followers in Midgard;
for them did I suffer,
but for me,
they shall die.
