Ashen the world creates itself Up the branches down the roots Pecked at by birds By worms gnawed At the crossroads By the graves among the rowan trees Nailed white as ivory With skulls that grin amidst the rot
For strange are these woods to fare Stranger the fruit they bear
Oh hang me high Upon that tree For all the secrets to find me As ravens' claws As eagles' bills As Wotan's eyes upon the hills Oh ten I have of fingers fine For all the evil's work in the night Oh baby I will grow for you from a tree
Burning with glory
Given to trolls and ogre broods Days will drown in twilight's gloom Where black dogs howl Pulling up mandragore Chained to the ash forever more Deaf to the world's grey roar Digging up treasures vile and foul
Eye for an eye for a rune Drawing down the waning moon Howled at by all wolves Ensnared 'til the day of doom
So hang me high Upon that tree For all the secrets to find me As ravens' claws As eagles' bills As Wotan's eyes upon the hills Oh ten I have of fingers fine For all the evil's work in the night Oh baby I will grow for you from a tree
Burning with glory
All crooks and ghouls who understand Cherish the work of idle hands All of the pages turned All of the treasures yearned All of the fingers burned
Burning with Glory
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