As I walked upon a road
I saw a man upon a tree.
I did not speak but sat to watch
The ravens pull and pluck and gorge.
Night I stayed and as sun rose
The man was born anew.
So my spear I took and stab him fresh,
That man upon the road.
Ravens came and ate fresh flesh
And night I stayed again.
Upon the morning I beheld
That man full born with strength.
Outstretched my hand to help him down
And kindly did he speak,
"Thank you friend for watchful eye,
Here, hold this rune for me."