From: Unknown as I remember it.
Snip: "Wounded by my own blade.
Bloodied for Odin.
Myself an offering to myself.
Bound to the tree that no man knows weather the roots of it run.
None gave me bread.
None gave me drink.
Unto the deapths I peared until I spied the runes.
With a roaring cry I seazed them up, then dizzy and fainting I fell.
Well being I won, and wizdom too." :Snip:
It's a great thing to learn, but they were conquers. Kind of a different reason the carried openly.