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In the depths of Yggdrasil
Near the roots there lies a well
Do fear the rite
On this ancient site
Where death itself will dwell

Hear the whispers in the wind
Their beckoning, their call
When your life will end
For your soul they'll send
To the underworld you'll fall

The weavers of your fate
Both future and your past
The rulers of all prophecies
They deem which breath is last

So no matter what you do
To evade their mortal rule
You will jump their ledge
By a scissor's edge
They will play you like a mindless fool

The first of three is Urd
The eldest of her kind
She will spin your thread
And you'll know you're dead
By her cut your doom is signed

Verdandi rules the now
The presence is her task
She will judge by sight
Every wrong or right
We choose to act or ask

And Skuld the future holds
When she calls you will descend
She will weave your fate
Your destiny create
The seer of all things' end

The Nornir rules us all
Both man and god will kneel
Their wen of life becomes our strife
And our final voyage they will deal

The stories we will face
And when we end our days
They weave your rise to fall
Hear Nornir's call

We all are born to die
By Nornirs when and why
Towards the unknown tide
We'll walk with pride

The masters of your soul
Our journey they make whole
They will undo us all
When they do call

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