There stands an ash called Yggdrasil A mighty tree, showered in white hail From there come the dews that fall in the valleys It stands ever green above Urd's well
From there come maidens, very wise Three from the lake that lies beneath the pole
One is called Urd, she's the weaver of faith Another Verdande who's forever present Skuld is the third, the future lives within her
Together they carve into the tree The lives and destinies of children, men and gods
To them, the all-knowing, we pay our dues this day As we bring you our hymn, YggdrasilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
