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
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
