chwarzpfad III (Forefather Of Hangmen)

A coldest sharp edge of the ruthless Gungnir
Cutting the chest, swallowing the blood
Rupture his ribs through
Ingnawing in Crust and Substance of Tree
Drunk by vital red, saturated by clay
Of the Hanged One Who made Self-Sacrifice for Himself.

Nine nights, nine Halls
He enriched them by Blood and stared into Abyss
Half dead, half alive
He stepped En TaakeHall av Helheim
But Jotnerunar laid under another foot
Of Hangmen's Forefather Who was hanged Himself.

Ash-Tree He possessed, Oaken Groves are thine
Silent forests amongst the dark
Branches open wide – twisted claws to embrace
Grab you with rows of gallows.

But Dark Shadow of Him, chained to the cliff
Groaned in waiting, writhing in suffer
Evading the venom of malignant serpent
Til OdinMordersk Ulv shall be unleashed.

You said you will surely recognize Him
So well, still you can?!