Hangatyr, Your whisper told me the secret of the runes.
I follow you to be come immortal.
I take a ride on the worldtree, offer me to myself.
I hear the song

I carve the runes of the Irmin.
I pick the leaves of the worldtree, Yggdrasil my stallion
Eighteen I find (when I) sing the song of Odin.
I eat the fruits of the Futhark

Yggdrasil my stallion
I take a ride (and fly) with the wings of Odin
Seek it low you go to find them glow
By the well of Mimameid

Eighteen runes will come to you Take the hand of Hangatyr
You feel the serpent rise