Ashen the world creates itself 
Up the branches down the roots 
Pecked atby birds 
By worms gnawed 
At the crossroads 
By the graves among therowan 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 
Asravens' claws 
As eagles' bills 
As Wotan's eyes upon the hills 
Oh ten Ihave of fingers fine 
For all the evil's work in the night 
Oh baby I willgrow 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 forevermore 
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 allwolves 
Ensnared 'til the day of doom
So hang me high 
Upon that tree 
For all the secrets to find me 
Asravens' claws 
As eagles' bills 
As Wotan's eyes upon the hills 
Oh ten Ihave of fingers fine 
For all the evil's work in the night 
Oh baby I willgrow for you from a tree
Burning with glory
All crooks and ghouls who understand 
Cherish the work of idle hands 
Allof the pages turned 
All of the treasures yearned 
All of the fingersburned
Burning with 
Glory