May bleeding be stanched for those who bleed; blood flowed down from the worldtree. The Alfather endures fear, from wounds tried sorely. Stand in glory, even as in gore, that the Son of the High One may hear of it. The spirit and bleeding veins– He finds bliss who is released from this. May bleeding be stanched– bleed neither without nor within. Hail Odin
Old English: Wæs þu hæl Þunor! Wæs þu hæl héahþunriend, halgiend, Heofones miht, maeran, mancynnes weard. Þu afiehtest wið aglæcan, Esa andsacan, and hie ðryscest mid ðære fyrenan æcxe. Modern English
Old English: Wæs þu hæl, Frig! Freolicu folccwen, ful cyrtenu. Ides ælfscinu, anlicu, eorclanstan Esa, gleaw on geðonce, goldhroden, mode geþungen, leohte leofrune. Þu canst cræft eald and eacan, þ
